The Grown Up Songtext
von Wale

They say love is the slowest form of suicide
The fluid on my eye falling while I do the rhyme
I try to be the guy, you think about
Every night when your eyelids cover eyes
Cause I′m going "I'm" rather than on "us"
Maybe I′m on lust well you deserve love
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
It's been a half a year, I say we take it there
'M trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid
It′s been a weekend, five starrin′ in her underwear
Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura
A not to be a freak girl, you deserve oral
And you deserve the Earth and the materials on it Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor
He all from the heart of the person that′s talking
I pray that that's me, but I gotta be honest
I gotta be a man, before I can become a father
I gotta tell you that my love is true
I know I still got a lot of growing up to do
You say my love was going worth from a upper
Blood band rushing, I′m thinking 'bout loving
Highest form of affection, physical connection
You should see a nigga with an erection
And I don′t blame you, cause game get's swang like it ain't shit
So for me to save it, is then you take it