Growing Pains ft. J.Smith Lyrics

Yeah

Look

You ever hear of someone dreaming just to make do

And if they did, are those the dreams that you dream to relate to

What if they only love the journey 'cause it takes you

Twice as long as someone else to keep you with the same view

That they've got

Plus, how you supposed to feel their pain and stay hot

Cuts below the surface yet expect you keep the same pots

You know the cookware at your parents with the stain spots

Will you continue to inherit 'em or change routes

Generational curses that we complain 'bout

Instead of trying to fix 'em up, we end up in the same house

Investing borrowed time without a single sign of payouts

Yet I'm supposed to feel some type of way 'bout what i've made out, of it

Just 'cause I ice the sprain don't mean that I don't think 'bout crutches

I keep it self contained to bring out substance

Must be the sentimental side of these cruxes

Even the most aligned could need adjustments

But most don't even try, repeat assumptions

While every sequel is another seasons

Stream of comfort

It's an appeal driven disguise

And we just eat it up

At what point is it that we've seen this type of scene enough

Behind the curtain all we've really seen was bluffs

It seems as whats

Been missing isn't what

We thought or really deep

It's love and confidence

When self beliefs the opposite

It feels like such an obstacle

That teeters on impossible

You think your heroes thought this shit was optional?

Yeah

I gotta tell my story

My way

Everything organic though

Look

I did it all for the love of it

It's gon' die with me yeah I'm stuck with it

I'm up with it

Growing pains felt like a truck hit it

Like I knucked and bucked with it

Praying to God hopin' my luck pivot

Yeah

I can tell you 'bout them lonely nights

Misunderstood so understand you gotta

Learn me twice

Complications of being black in this white world

Momma is Bi-Polar, hooked on that white girl

I couldn't learn from the OG's

I had to learn from the Ave's and the St's

From the B's and the C's and the P's

The alphabet still sounds so differently to me

Anything for the win

But life is not a breeze

Everything eventually falls

Everything leaves

Only thing I promise, I promise no guarantees

It's a cold world just don't let your heart freeze

'Cause nigga I been through the ringer

I been through the pain

I did let it linger, turned it to shame

Through the fire

Chaka Khan watch me burn into flame

The times I failed, the L's I was learning this game

Prayed to God, to make impossible, possible

Like dodging the rain

A Cleveland nigga, growing pains still mobbin' the same

Look in the rearview just to see how far that I came

The world is mine yeah I hear it

It's calling my name

It's Smith

Yeah