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g, the wiz - growing up lyrics
[verse one: g, the wiz]
when i was i kid i wanted to go to mars
when i was teen i wanted to be a rockstar
like kurt cobain or gerrard way
just like time that began to fade
when i heard hip-hop and kanye west
college dropout that sh-t was the best
my only fear was that i’d sound like the rest
so i became a producer who would’ve guessed
the kid who loved rock now pursues the rapping
skateboard wheels because i’m still not driving
i never got to cl-ss because of late registration
“growing up” sounds just like “late orchestration”
recorded, written, produced by myself
the only buzz in the pacific northwest
independent rapper trying to p-ss the test
i hope i get a feature before i put this to rest
it’s only been awhile but it feels like forever
i’m always on my feet because i gotta pay less
i know i gotta blow and get out of this mess
maybe i won’t or maybe i will
i still got heart and i still got pride
i still got faith that’s the lion inside
i still got beats and samples that ride
semi-charmed life by third eye blind
[verse two: g, the wiz]
before the sun i know comes the rain
we all know that rome wasn’t built in a day
i’m a starving artist get paid as a background
this ain’t nyc but it sure feels like it
i’m never sleeping just always recording
til my arts in display up on the city stage
like mic check mic check one two three
if i get a big cheer i might buy you a beer
i’m not a drinker just a heavy thinker
dreamer; feel this
spitting out words like a printer
i’m fuelled by mistakes
and thoughts like splinters
my heart is warm just like the winter
this may sound tight but i’m still beginner
it’s never to late to pick up the pace
i rather be the tortoise instead of the hare
slow and steady is what wins the race
my balance is sharp and my slow is fast
i rather be a neo than an agent smith
my come up is a fact and so not a myth
so to any rap mag, complex double x l
better see me i’m self taught and compelled
and my past three summers have been withheld
always focused make sounds like magic
til the kids bring my songs for show and tell
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