 Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?
I’m all grown up, still don’t know what
I mop throw up
I rock a tow truck
Long as it means I can get old and post up.
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid I didn’t consider
That I would get the opportunity to be a full time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation
Validation is an understatement
And I don’t really know how to take a vacation
My kind don’t have any free time
I’m so distracted but everything’s fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion
But this dream’s mine
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell a cowboy what to do
I was the ugly kid that didn’t listen
Little big man full of ambition
Based on imagination just like you
Daydreamin thinking bout the things I might do
I used to paint, draw, and illustrate
Mom would facilitate
And it would feel OK
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up I wanted a job makin art
Picture that, how many years old?
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me that the world was mine
But the papers weren’t signed
There’s no deed
It’s a proceed
to go seed
up the whole piece
like it owes me groceries
don’t breathe
until you formally know me
don’t leave, better call authorities
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell an astronaut what to do
The turn tables stole my heart
Burnt the paint brush, broke it apart
I miss it
I might revisit
But I wasn’t that good, I admit it
Maybe you can’t tell
But as a kid I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be L L
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Dell
And thank god eventually I found myself
It’s funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with
And they ask what I’m doin
Half of the time I wanna crack a lie
But fuck it, I’m still a wannabe rapper guy
Yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world and it’s decent pay
As long as somebody wants to see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell the president what to do
It’s like that y’all, it’s like this y’all
I don’t get to call in sick y’all
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