Sam.Phyre - The Man I'm Supposed To Be (Eleven32)

Growing like a tree
Growing like a tree

Yeah yeah
Growing old just like a tree
Eleven thirty two
Yeah
The man Im supposed to be
Ive been steady slow
Growing old just like a tree
Its eleven thirty two
Time to be
Who Im supposed to be
Eee

See I find it hard to breathe
Sometimes I find it
Hard to speak
Sometimes I feel
So broken and weak
So I say what I really mean
With these lyrics on a sheet
Oh baby
Please dont be mad at me

I find peace in the night time
I find peace its so sublime
I find peace in the night time
I need to find peace
In my own mind

I be steady slow
Growing old just like a tree
Eleven thirty two
Yeah the man
Im supposed to be
I be steady slow
Growing old just like a tree
Its Eleven thirty two
Time to be
Who Im supposed to be
Eh

You dont really know this
You dont really notice
But you try to show this
Eating my crop like locust
Your just a swarm
Your just a pestilence
I dont even need you
Cus your not relevant

I find peace
In the night time
Swear to God
I find so much peace
So much peace
In my own mind
Yeah
I be soul searching
I be soul searching
I know what Im worth
Dont need you
Your a sea urchin
Just a bottom feeder
Just a blood bleeder
Just a lil bitch
Fed up with your snitchin ways
I dont know what you want
But you can never blame me
Im a fucking lion
You can never tame me

Eh yeah
You know Im too on it
And you know Im too honest
I dont mean to be blunt
But man your such a cunt
Oh Im so honest
Yeah Im so blunt
I dont mean to be that way
But your just a cunt

And I be steady growing
Growing like a tree
Eleven thirty two
Yeah the man
Im supposed to be
I been steady slow
Growing old just like a tree
Its eleven thirty two
Time to be
Who Im supposed to be

Sometimes I find it
So hard to speak
Sometimes I feel
So broken and weak
So I say what I really mean
On this sheet
Oh baby
Please dont be mad at me
I be working through the weak

I find peace in the night time
I find peace its so sublime
I find peace in the night time
I need to find peace
In my own mind
Eh

Eleven thirty two
You gotta do what is best for you
Word
Talk to your spirits
Push yourself past your limits
Talk to your spirits
Theyll listen

Written by:
Samuel Gilbert

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