Grown Upz¿ - L.M.I.M.

Let me introduce myself
Didn't see me coming
Trying not to lose myself
We ain't throwing hands
We just making music
So excuse yourself
Always been the one
To be underestimated
Wait can you hear that Hum...
That's meditation Yeah
The station
Is stationed
In the skee town
USA nation
That's where we lay our beats down
Muskegon be my city
It's alright
But not that pretty
A little bit of gritty
And some people be a little bit of Stop that
Hold up
Wait let me top that
Imma bring it back
Stop the music
Lemme bounce back
Yo
This beat is dope
Imma drop that
Put me on stage
So I can pop that
Eh
Beenie be my chain
Trent's the name
I ain't in it for the fame
You will never see me on a moped
We the grown ups
Yeah we question it to
We will never grow up
So we out here
And we're singing to you

The grown ups out here put your hands up
This rap game's looking like a trash dump
We came out here to switch the sound up
You won't get bored we got the right stuff Let's go
The grown ups out here put your hands up
This rap game's looking like a trash dump
We came out here to switch the sound up
You won't get bored we got the right stuff Let's go

Let me introduce myself
Didn't see me coming
Trying not to lose myself
Shady vibes out here working
We might need some help
Tell me if you're sick of satan
Then let's give him hell
Ring the bell
Bandana on my head
Not original
But it's signature
Jesus hit my sin with the chin music
That's the finisher
I'm not longer insecure
Or a prisoner
Now I'm fighting off satan
With the strength of a minotaur
People looking at me like leper
Then they ask me why I think I'm better
Tell them we're on the same level
I'm just following the shepered
But they all still seem to get a temper

Suggest I turn my back on the father
No never
I'm in my prime
And he ain't done with me
This verse
Is for my fellow
Losers
Geeks
Wanna be's
Everyone we tried to be
That was me
Finding my identity
In all these worldly things
Looked for satisfaction in lust
Used to seek it out in porn
That's eight years it cost
Now he's got me waiting on my wife
That's in God I trust
No more eating the pie
Then leaving the crust
That plan was a bust
I won't say I'm longer tempted
I may even fail
If that's the case I know I won't go to hell
He's the God of second chances
That's what the bible tells
But that's no excuse to keep living for myself

The grown ups out here put your hands up
This rap game's looking like a trash dump
We came out here to switch the sound up
You won't get bored we got the right stuff
Let's go
The grown ups out here put your hands up
This rap game's looking like a trash dump
We came out here to switch the sound up
You won't get bored we got the right stuff
Let's go

The grown ups out here put your hands up
This rap game's looking like a trash dump
We came out here to switch the sound up
You won't get bored we got the right stuff
Let's go

Written by:
Timothy Russell, Trenton Bouchard

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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