[Intro instrumental] [Dank] (Hear me) Cold floors, hollow stomach, broke doors, I learned so much from it When you hear that growl, you know it's time to stop depending on the ones who ran from it Fake friends, real bags, small wins, it all led me to a lotta nothing In the end, the real me was just searchin' for somebody to help me be something (That's called lonely) (AAAAHHHHH!) I try to play it off, but I'm actually fuckin' miserable, nothing lyrical about it when it's broken down into common curriculum and syllables You hear it tho It's written all over my face and just like me, you're here searchin' for an existential miracle Maybe I'm a little delirium to assume I'm the only one who is listenin' is also experiencin' their life as somethin' appearin' critical I'm subliminally deconstructing the foundation that has turned my biggest jokes into somethin' that's a lotta more literal [Chorus] I just wanna go home Getting old isn't any fun I used to wanna be grown Now I just wanna be young [Dank] Bout' time to get past and outlast those memories that hold me back It's witchcraft to think that I gotta spell to feed my need and fill a gap An outcast, I'm half-mast, no breeze to push me through my rough drafts (I'm not even steerin') I keep hearin' everyone tellin' me that they believe in me, but I just don't wanna believe in them I appreciate all the words of encouragement, I'm flourishin', but somehow, to me, that's all irrelevant Benevolent, god-like prowess surrounds me in crowds from all the ill intent, relent..less.. Only the best pick gets to be anything other than nothing, to hell with it I wanna complain, but I keep rememberin' that I'm no longer a kid When it comes to tiers, I'm about a mid That's ok, I kinda like being tha underdog, round of applause when I square up my aim and burn this mothafucka down with a molotov [Chorus] I just wanna go home Getting old isn't any fun I used to wanna be grown Now I just wanna be young [PapaD] Night brain core, Cold coors, vodka stunt ma growth, ten toes but they keep me low, got ma, wallet top pocket, back left got a toffee Home after work, coffee, plate full a pulled pork, house full a bowed doors, creak in tha floor when I step, pose, grow through timezones til I see my, frail bones compost inside as I yell at the news, deplore, despise Younger ta most....yet I'm livin' old, livin' on no guv support, still support a family a 4, flow forward, more morals than evva before, I'mma... Good sport yeah Good heart, good plore Never would have young me imagined I'd move more and more til I hit a top score yeah Grew up through death and depressional debts, struggled ta actually make a life... But then I found life (life life) Found that I shine in what I write, like (like like) Digital age, take my digits I'll turn 'em over like a residual mage Magical mace impact left from my lyrical stage Codeine couldn't take what I came from Can't control my alt (ternative), delete nodes, goat from ma, inferior elite gene codes, (turnin pins), they anti-cheat though, I write freely hoe, not anotha muthafucka bring lines or beats as close As the time goes I continue to grow Sometimes the nights won't leave me alone, I'm wrung Used ta wanna grow old, now I just wanna be young
