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eX. the artist - Growing Pains Lyrics



eX. the artist - Growing Pains Lyrics
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Lost in contemplation
Budget saying kota but we feeding on crustaceans
Always gonna stunt, ain't doing shit in moderation
Only getting hungrier with scenes of your stagnation
Candle emojis for tropical vacations
Should've saved a penny for the taxation
Now yo' back breaking
Tryna make it back you back-paying
Now your racks shaking
Now you back saving
Left the game alone now you back playing
Unretired jesters in a festival of hecklers
Everybody got it till you paying back investors
I want the whole pie and the extras
Pocket-tapping reverends with compressors
Silver spoons eating on collection plates
Racketeering even on collection dates
Wonder if they ever seeing heaven's gates
Broke and broken crushed under some different fates
Pay to Ceaser what is Ceaser's
Everbody got it, everybody eager
Devout to non-believer, time will be teacher
Perfecting our vision, it was me and Kreature
My niggas is my brothers like my mother's kid
I miss him everyday but it's just what it is
They don't pay for tears, this is showbiz
Got your 15 minutes we was all ears
This rap shit like wrestling
Play your role, you profiting
Served up as offering
Now you back-peddling
Addicted to the sedatives
Settling, set it off, I said it all
And I meant it too
Everything was gravy, everything was cool
If it's written in a rap I guess it must be true
On to separate paths just the way grew
No resentment here man I love the view
I was an angry kid when I hit the road
Everything I'm owed, adding tax sticking to the code
Blessings overflowed now we plotting on a new abode
Suburban pharmaceuticals I was trapping on easy mode
I got growing pains
I am King Midas with a hateful stain
See champagne, the tired poet came and etched his name
With the grain, turned his toil in to dough
Kneading some more, he let that shit rise and he re-uped to 4
I got growing pains
I am king Midas with a hateful stain
See champagne, the tired poet came and etched his name
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Lost in contemplation
Budget saying kota but we feeding on crustaceans
Always gonna stunt, ain't doing shit in moderation
Only getting hungrier with scenes of your stagnation
Candle emojis for tropical vacations
Should've saved a penny for the taxation
Now yo' back breaking
Tryna make it back you back-paying
Now your racks shaking
Now you back saving
Left the game alone now you back playing
Unretired jesters in a festival of hecklers
Everybody got it till you paying back investors
I want the whole pie and the extras
Pocket-tapping reverends with compressors
Silver spoons eating on collection plates
Racketeering even on collection dates
Wonder if they ever seeing heaven's gates
Broke and broken crushed under some different fates
Pay to Ceaser what is Ceaser's
Everbody got it, everybody eager
Devout to non-believer, time will be teacher
Perfecting our vision, it was me and Kreature
My niggas is my brothers like my mother's kid
I miss him everyday but it's just what it is
They don't pay for tears, this is showbiz
Got your 15 minutes we was all ears
This rap shit like wrestling
Play your role, you profiting
Served up as offering
Now you back-peddling
Addicted to the sedatives
Settling, set it off, I said it all
And I meant it too
Everything was gravy, everything was cool
If it's written in a rap I guess it must be true
On to separate paths just the way grew
No resentment here man I love the view
I was an angry kid when I hit the road
Everything I'm owed, adding tax sticking to the code
Blessings overflowed now we plotting on a new abode
Suburban pharmaceuticals I was trapping on easy mode
I got growing pains
I am King Midas with a hateful stain
See champagne, the tired poet came and etched his name
With the grain, turned his toil in to dough
Kneading some more, he let that shit rise and he re-uped to 4
I got growing pains
I am king Midas with a hateful stain
See champagne, the tired poet came and etched his name
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Writer: Xhantilamatshawe Mekane
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: eX. the artist
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Xhantilamatshawe Mekane

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