Growing Pains Ii by Logic
[Intro: Logic - acapella]
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
[Hook:]
(I'm trying to write my wrongs, but it's funny these
same wrongs helped me write this song)
Momma I'm sorry that I left at 17
(I apologize a trillion times)
[Verse 1: Logic]
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 shit 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
Hiroshim
Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch 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 an EKG the way that he study the beat
Now we know that he gon' make it and he won't accept
defeat
Now I ain't tryin to be mean
Now I ain't tryin to be mean
But everything ain't what it seem
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Logic]
So many times did I design a rhyme to blow your mind?
Cause I know that I wasn't destined to live a life of
crime
I remember Christmas's with no presents
I use to fear my future now I dread my adolescence
Living a life of logic
But it ain't what it's cut out to be
Cause if I couldn't rap ya'll wouldn't give a fuck
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
Rockin thousand dollar tuxes sippin on nothing but Moet
Thinking I'm so set but really I ain't done shit 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'll one up
Ya'll grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun
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