Logic - Growing Pains Ii Lyrics

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[Intro (Acapella): Logic]

Im on the come up

Anything that yall do Im one up

Yall grind till like 3 in the morning

I grind till the sun up

Homie thats dedication

This world is what Im facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace me

[Hook]

(I'm trying to write my wrongs but its funny these same wrongs helped me write this song)

Momma Im sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 1: Logic]

Everything aint what it seem when you try and follow your dreams

First you saw the bigger picture

Now you see behind the scenes

You though everything was sweet

Now you see that shit is mean

Got a taste now you a fiend

Been into it since you been a teen

Yeah he nice so all his friends say he gon blow like Hiroshim

Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen

At home late night chillin envisioning

Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine

But everything aint what it seems

Though it seem like he gon blow

Will he make it?

Maybe so

Too be honest I dont know

He got lyrics he got flow

But it takes so much mo'

So much love

So much pain

With such little time to grow

Yeah we love it when he smile

But hate it when he frown

Remember when that girl turned his world upside down

But it made his music better

Brought emotion made it clever

Now we growing everyday

But he hungry try to eat

Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat

Now we know that he gon make it and he wont accept defeat

Now I aint tryin to be mean

Now I aint tryin to be mean

But everything aint what it seem

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[Hook]

(I'm trying to write my wrongs but its funny these same wrongs helped me write this song)

Momma Im sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 2: Logic]

So many times did I design a rhyme to blow your mind?

Cos I know that I wasnt destined to live a life of crime

I remember Christmass with no presents

I use to fear my future now I dread my adolescence

Living a life of logic

But it aint what its cut out to be

Cos if I couldnt rap yall wouldnt give a fuck about me

Hip hop is politics

Filled with nothing but strife and stress

Time is money and its hard to invest

Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet

Rockin thousand dollar tuxes sippin on nothing but Moet

Thinking Im so set but really I aint done shit yet

This game is war and in my mind Im like a Vietnam vet

Now Im on the come up

Anything that yall do Ill one up

Yall grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up

Homie thats dedication

This world is what Im facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace em

[Hook]

(I'm trying to write my wrongs but its funny these same wrongs helped me write this song)

Momma Im sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 3: Logic]

For the motherfuckers that hated I made it

Slowly elevated escalated onto another level ha

My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah

Fame is Bobby on their first date it aint hit me yet

Visualizing driving down the horizon

While you despising the fact that Im rising

So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing

Steppin to me yeah you better be alphabetically ready

Aim steady

Lyricism sharp as machete

I got it already

See I was born to sell records

You was destined to sell tunes

All up your headphones

Killing booths like cellphones

(I got it)

Cos everything aint what is seems

It aint just him it takes a team

At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean

Yeah the quarterback shines but not without a sense of safety

So truly he is me and motherfucker you cant face me

Now Ive had a lot of doubt

I thought I had to throw that out

Cos I find that they listen when I rhyme not when I shout

And right now shit is rocky

With me and my girl

See music is my moon but this shawty is my world

Think about you all the time

Turn that shit into a rhyme

Cos sometimes you can ignore me

But the beat listens just fine

Tell me do you even know

If you truly want to grow

Hate letters when Im writing Love Jones all I know

Cos everything aint what it seems

[Hook]

[Verse 4 (Acapella): Logic]

Living a life you only dream about

Flow angelic but now its time to bring the demon out

Can you feel me?

I said its hard being a saint inside a sinners body

You know its hard living as Logic after living as Bobby

This is the life I depicted

As a child I picked it

Feeling conflicted

To music I am addicted

Not one of yall can predict it

So many bars Im feeling convicted

Now writing like a felony Im selling homie who you telling

While yall do everything by the book fuck that Im rebelling

Bitch Im on another level

A level you ain't seen

A level that is truly only deemed for a king

The second you listen its my mission to murder any rendition

Busting with precision

If you in my vision Im never missing

Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener

Can you motherfuckers feel me?

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