Testo GROWING PAINS - Yeat
Testo della canzone GROWING PAINS (Yeat), tratta dall'album DANGEROUS SUMMER
It's no more coming down, yeah
It's so much falling down
House on fire, roof on fire
Bitch on fire, new bitch fye
Bad bitch bye, tell her ass bye
One or two times, she can come by
She can catch a ride, she can spend the night
I don't got time, I don't gotta lie to kick it
Gotta lie to kick it
Roll the dice every time, baby, every time, I risk it
And that pussy way too good, baby, yeah, yeah, I miss it
I ain't gon' lie, I outgrew a lot of motherfuckers and I wish I could feel, but I miss it
Baby, baby, I miss it
Baby, baby, I miss it
Look, huh, or maybe I don't
I'm on this plane every day, so it's showin' you, baby, I'm higher than you in a different way
I don't got time for mistakes or to be fuckin' up, so I'm sendin' you off in a different way
The way I be shittin' on y'all really be different, 24-karat gold shit on a platinum plate
All of the money and fame put aside, man, my family gon' stay the same, yeah, that's gon' never change
Yeah, it's called growing pains
Yeah, it's called growing pains
Once you outgrow them all
We call that shit growing pains
I think I'm going insane
Took the Bentley, went Bentley Mulsanne
I was the kid, now I'm the man, it ain't ever the same with me
King Tonka, King Tonka (What?)
Tell me like King Tonka, King Tonka
Can you please, King Tonka, King Tonka? (What you want?)
Can you please, King Tonka, King Tonka?
Can you? No
We was just outta the club, her face covered in snow (snow it)
24-7-11 poppin' Perkies, baby, I know it
You think you slick, you think you good
Baby, every time you hide it, I show it
I told my twizzy, let's go hit Ferrari
I left with F8 and I feel like I stole it
Mix it all up, baby, yeah, I ebol' it
I'm finna kill 'em
I'm psyched out, I'm psyched out
I'm psyched out, you know it
Man, I'm psyched out, you know it
Every time I pull up, baby, I got a new body
Every show I pull up, I got a new light on me, baby gon' ride on me
Yeah, I'm finna hit, baby, I won the lottery, I'm gon' get lucky (yeah)
New body
Pulled up on Maybach, new body
Got a bad lil' bitch, she got a hobby
And I like that 'cause I don't gotta take no time away from it
Baby, got you surrounded
Got you surrounded
Not from a planet
You take it for granted
'Side when you not
Outside when you not
I don't ever gotta plot
I don't ever gotta lie to kick it, bitch, I'ma give it all I-
I'm on this plane every day, so it's showin' you, baby, I'm higher than you in a different way
I don't got time for mistakes or to be fuckin' up, so I'm sendin' you off in a different way
The way I be shittin' on y'all really be different, 24-karat gold shit on a platinum plate
All of the money and fame put aside, man, my family gon' stay the same, yeah, that's gon' never change
Yeah, it's called growing pains
Yeah, it's called growing pains
Once you outgrow them all
We call that shit growing pains
I think I'm going insane
Took the Bentley, went Bentley Mulsanne
I was the kid, now I'm the man, it ain't ever the same with me
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith, Aidan Crotinger, Jasper Levering, Juleus Andrew Cornelius
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