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Grown Ups - Earl Sweatshirt/Da$H

Written by：Thebe Kgositsile/Darien Dash

Feel this cage when that acid fade

Face the same but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home

I acquire fame at naming hoes

Contemplating ways of getting dome

Plotting on my neighbors

Asking God for favors

Guess he isn't home

Probably 'cause that f**king faith I didn't show

Skippin church

Flip the work

Hit the dirt
Like Tommy run it b**ch

Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in

Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in

Either way it goes
A lot is getting hit

And if it wasn't hoes
Then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul
And my posse on my skin

Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks

Promise that I am not the one to f**king plot against

Love him
But my father ain't my mother f**king friend

Trying to figure out how to start a mother f**king end
Trend dodging
Keep a b**ch by me

Back roll

Garbage bag full of xans
Teach myself to rap and steal ni**a
Cash is in hand

Packs get vac sealed

Like the Tin Man
Cardiac stillness
Missing has real
Kidding
Worse me
Kidding
Don't know where I'm going

Don't know where I been

Never trust these hoes
Don't even trust my friends

Tell that b**ch to roll up

F**king with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I been

Never trust these hoes
Don't even trust my friends

Tell that b**ch to roll up

F**king with some grown ups
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach

See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features

Just trying to put you on
Dog I came from teachers

Take the plate and clean it
Ni**a I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the f**king monologue
Lord I can't fight it
Know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off
I'm the type of ni**a that you cop your raw off

Popping hoes off

Grab the board and these niggas call charge

Chain switches jerseys like it's all star

Press the OnStar

Think it's all lost