Growing Pains II歌词

作词 : Logic
作曲 : Logic
I’m on the come up
Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
I grind till the sun up
Homie that’s dedication
This world is what I’m facing
I only hope in the end
That they all love and embrace me

I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times

Everything ain’t what it seem when you try and
Follow your dreams
First you saw the bigger picture
Now you see behind the scenes
You though everything was sweet
Now you see that s*it is mean
Got a taste now you a fiend
Been into it since you been a teen

Yeah he nice so all his friends
Say he gon’ blow like Hiros*im
Eyes on the prize like the baddest *****
You ever seen
At home late night, chillin, envisioning
Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine

But everything ain’t what it seems
Though it seem like he gon’ blow
Will he make it?
Maybe so
Too be honest I don’t know

He got lyrics, he got flow
But it takes so much mo’
So much love
So much pain
With such little time to grow

Yeah we love it when he smile
But hate it when he frown
Remember when that girl
Turned his world upside down
But it made his music better
Brought emotion made it clever
Now we growing everyday
But he hungry try to eat

Brain like en EKG the way
That he study the best
Now we know that he gon’ make it
And he won’t accept defeat
Now I ain’t trying to be mean
Now I ain’t trying to be mean
But everything ain’t what it seem

I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times

So many times have I designed a rhyme
To blow your mind
Cuz I know that I wasn’t destined
To live a life of crime
I remember Chris**as’s with no presents
I use to fear my future
Now I dread my adolescence

Living a life as logic
But it ain’t what it’s cut out to be
Cuz if I couldn’t rap
Ya’ll wouldn’t give a **** about me
Hip hop is politics
Filled with nothing but strife and stress
Time is money and it’s hard to invest

Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet
Rocking thousand dollar tuxes sippin
On nothing but Moet
Thinking I’m so set
But really I ain’t done s*it yet
This game is war and in my mind
I’m like a Vietnam vet

Now I’m on the come up
Anything that ya’ll do I’m one up
Ya’ll grind till like 3 in the morning
I grind till the sun up
Homie that’s dedication
This world is what I’m facing
I only hope in the end
That they all love and embrace me

I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times

For the motherf****rs that hated I made it
Slowly elevated,
Escalated onto another level ha
My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah
Fame is Bobby on their first date
It ain’t hit me yet

Visualizing driving down the horizon
While you despising the fact
That I’m rising
So much hate within this world this s*it
Is so traumatizing
Steppin to me yeah
You better be alphabetically ready
Aim steady
Lyricism sharp as machete
I got it already

See I was born to sell records
You was destined to sell tunes
All up your headphones
Killing booths like cellphones
I got it

Cuz everything ain’t what is seems
It ain’t just him it takes a team
At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean
Yeah the quarterback s*ines
But not without a sense of safety
So truly he is me
And motherf****r you can’t face me

Now I’ve had a lot of doubt
I thought I had throw that out
Cuz I find that they listen
When I rhyme not when I shout

And right now s*it is rocky
With me and my girl
See music is my moon
But this shawty is my world
Think about you all the time
Turn that s*it into a rhyme
Cuz sometimes you can ignore me
But the beat listens just fine

Tell me do you even know
If you truly want to grow
Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones
All I know
Cuz eveything ain’t what it seems


I’m trying to write my wrongs,
But its funny
These same wrongs helped me write this song
Momma I’m sorry that left at 17
I apologize a trillion times

Living a life you only dream about
Flow angelic but now
It’s time to bring the demon out
Can you feel me ?
I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body
You know its hard living as Logic
After living as Bobby

This is the life I depicted
As a child picked it
Feeling conflicted
To music I am addicted
Not one of ya’ll can predict it

So many bars I’m feeling convicted
Now writing like a felony
I’m selling homie who you telling
While ya’ll do everything by the book ****
That I’m rebelling

***** I’m on another level
A level you ain’t seen
A level that is truly only deemed for a king
The second you listen
It’s my mission to murder any rendition

Busting with precision
If you in my vision I’m never missing
Logic administer sinister verses
Like a minister for the listener
Can you motherf****rs feel me ?