OverDoz. - Growin' Pains lyrics
[OverDoz. - Growin' Pains lyrics]
I'm too grown for that say what
This some straight from the West like Kanye
Niggas try to usher me, but I love it my way
Me and Cream don't eat McDonald's
Cuz we ain't Mickey
Only giving you the facts
But, you ain't listening
Your girl want it from the back
In the back of a 'Lac
After we finish she ask if she
Can get up on the track
Trying to take over the world
Girls tryna get a feature
Trying to prove them haters wrong
And all my teachers
Who told me I couldn't get
Cheese from my rhymes
Wasted my time, making me memorize
Equations and dates from history
Debated, cuz it didn't mean shit to me
Almost grown but I've always known
That I get boned from singing them rap songs
Pause i'm still all alone
Girls got our songs on the
Phone as a ringtone
I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
Don't act grown act the way you
Cuz I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
Don't act grown act the way you
Cuz I'm too grown for that
Real smooth with a of medical trees
Tryna figure out a way to get next to me
She even resulted to takin' some ecstasy
But, I don't do that no mo
Baby I'm next to knees chicks from my like a
She playin' possum tryna get in my SUV
But she won't get me nah
She won't get me with the uh uh uh
Have a nigga investin' G's
In her like recipes, opposite
You're stressin' me like SAT's
But she keep on textin' me
Sayin' she need me cuz I'm
Thick like SB strings
And I use my tongue like the ones on the
Let's see where the apply or we could
Cruise the beach with no cares
As I quote here "I'm tryna fuck this year!"
Yo
The drama comes in and all my life wit her
Baby girl from the hood she
Got some fight in her
I ain't even gon lie even
Thought about wife'n her
Hell nah, can't spend my whole life wit her
She's childish
Love fightin' and cussin' and all that
In my face expect me to call back bitching
Told me that I treat her so wrong
Got me turning up the volume in my headphones
Once we bump n grind we'll
Be cool for a second
Wake up in the AM, she even make me breakfast
Precious, rhyme for the boy
True to my heart
She'll put her life on the line for the boy
Now she got an attitude
Cuz I'm trying to hit the studio
Making assumptions I'll be fucking
With the groupie ho's killing my whole vibe
She got me feeling moody bro
I think it's time to let her go
Man I'm getting grown
This some straight from the West like Kanye
Niggas try to usher me, but I love it my way
Me and Cream don't eat McDonald's
Cuz we ain't Mickey
Only giving you the facts
But, you ain't listening
Your girl want it from the back
In the back of a 'Lac
After we finish she ask if she
Can get up on the track
Trying to take over the world
Girls tryna get a feature
Trying to prove them haters wrong
And all my teachers
Who told me I couldn't get
Cheese from my rhymes
Wasted my time, making me memorize
Equations and dates from history
Debated, cuz it didn't mean shit to me
Almost grown but I've always known
That I get boned from singing them rap songs
Pause i'm still all alone
Girls got our songs on the
Phone as a ringtone
I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
Don't act grown act the way you
Cuz I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
I'm too grown for that, say what?
Don't act grown act the way you
Cuz I'm too grown for that
Real smooth with a of medical trees
Tryna figure out a way to get next to me
She even resulted to takin' some ecstasy
But, I don't do that no mo
Baby I'm next to knees chicks from my like a
She playin' possum tryna get in my SUV
But she won't get me nah
She won't get me with the uh uh uh
Have a nigga investin' G's
In her like recipes, opposite
You're stressin' me like SAT's
But she keep on textin' me
Sayin' she need me cuz I'm
Thick like SB strings
And I use my tongue like the ones on the
Let's see where the apply or we could
Cruise the beach with no cares
As I quote here "I'm tryna fuck this year!"
Yo
The drama comes in and all my life wit her
Baby girl from the hood she
Got some fight in her
I ain't even gon lie even
Thought about wife'n her
Hell nah, can't spend my whole life wit her
She's childish
Love fightin' and cussin' and all that
In my face expect me to call back bitching
Told me that I treat her so wrong
Got me turning up the volume in my headphones
Once we bump n grind we'll
Be cool for a second
Wake up in the AM, she even make me breakfast
Precious, rhyme for the boy
True to my heart
She'll put her life on the line for the boy
Now she got an attitude
Cuz I'm trying to hit the studio
Making assumptions I'll be fucking
With the groupie ho's killing my whole vibe
She got me feeling moody bro
I think it's time to let her go
Man I'm getting grown