Digging ditchs in corners
Running out of space in here
My momma told me move out
She needed space from me
Daddy still fronting like
I’m the little boy he always wanted
Really be wishing that I was 6 foot tall (not to just ball)
Then I’ll be safer
Then I’ll be safer
Wouldn’t you know
Growing is painful
Slower than watching paint dry
Wouldn’t you know
Growing is slower then watching gods paint skys blue
Wouldn’t you know
Somehow Iv managed to fuck around and play myself again
Tired of being poor
Fired from every job Iv ever
Tired of being yours
Scared of depending on men
What will I be worth then
Cause you showed me
we could sit in a car for 2 hours and talk about life, and that’s a date right there
