Lyrics Grown Ups - Dash , Earl Sweatshirt
So
why'd
they
evict
you,
bro?
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
fucking
faith
I
didn't
show
(Skippin
church,
flip
the
work)
Hit
the
dirt
like
Tommy
run
it
bitch
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
fucking
plot
against
Love
him,
but
my
father
ain't
my
motherfucking
friend
Trying
to
figure
out
how
to
start
a
motherfucking
end
Trend
dodging,
keep
a
bitch
by
me,
back
roll
(Garbage
bag
full
of
xans
Place
myself
to
rap
still,
nigga
Cash
is
in
hand
Packs
get
vac
sealed
like
the
Tin
Man
Cardiac
still
missing,
is
it
past
real?
Get
it,
work
make
Guinness)
Don't
know
where
I'm
going,
don't
know
where
I
been
Never
trust
these
hoes,
can't
even
trust
my
friends
Tell
that
bitch
to
roll
up,
fucking
with
some
grown
ups
My
mama
wonder
why
I
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
Nigga,
I'm
a
dog
Tell
her
hit
or
miss
me
with
the
fucking
monologue
(Lord,
I
can't
fight
it,
know
I'm
tryna
brawl
Get
a
copper
hauled
off
Shit,
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
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)
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