"GrownUps" A Flip And Illaborate Collab
Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 5:33 am
Illaborate
So what, I'm grown up, I'm still stuck in a rutt, still movin thru life with my heart in my gut,
Puke it up, show you love on the mic, its like, these lyrics I write, are all I got left in my life,
So where's the light at? I needa spark my cigarette, commence in conversation while I kill my nikky fit,
depression? I'm kickin it, love for me is hit or miss, I'm fit to live without her its just hard to accept,
I'm a mess, buried in work and stress, barely workin my chest, nurveous searchin for breath,
put my hurtin to rest, refuse to have a regret, I'm pissed but I get why you left,
life was a battle I fought in, after losing I lost it, continued to walking...
Using every step, to get ahead and better the next.
FlipSide
Grew up In The Sport With A Mic In Hand, But Now I Got To Work, Pay The Light N Gas
Enlightened Stress Is What i Strived For Man, But Life It Seems Tightened Vice Grips Fast
N i Went in Lent Just To Pay The Rent And When I Decided To Vent I Woke In Regret
Did I Spend My Cash? Now I Stress Inept Sacrificing Bills When i Sped Past the Bank
to Get my Kids The Flyest kicks, I Had Change The Way I Live Like I Turned Christian
In Front The Game N I Lost my Gig To Survive I Spend What I Planned my Vacation With
Tried To Fix My Whip But That Bitch Beat's Wallets like A Dominatrix Wit A Hungry Pimp
Did A Stint In The Joint And Lerned To Bid.. Came Home To A Crib Wit An Empty Bed
I Jus Smoke A Blunt Get Some Empty Head, Cuz My Ribs Is Touchin N Aint no Bread
A Working man With no Chance to Blow Planned Wit Da Pin Out Grenade In Hand
And Its Weight Was Grand When I Was Gave The Chance To Pick Up Stacks If i Let it Bang
But My Grip SteadFast This Monkey On My Back Is The Will Ta Live The Life of A Workin Man
So what, I'm grown up, I'm still stuck in a rutt, still movin thru life with my heart in my gut,
Puke it up, show you love on the mic, its like, these lyrics I write, are all I got left in my life,
So where's the light at? I needa spark my cigarette, commence in conversation while I kill my nikky fit,
depression? I'm kickin it, love for me is hit or miss, I'm fit to live without her its just hard to accept,
I'm a mess, buried in work and stress, barely workin my chest, nurveous searchin for breath,
put my hurtin to rest, refuse to have a regret, I'm pissed but I get why you left,
life was a battle I fought in, after losing I lost it, continued to walking...
Using every step, to get ahead and better the next.
FlipSide
Grew up In The Sport With A Mic In Hand, But Now I Got To Work, Pay The Light N Gas
Enlightened Stress Is What i Strived For Man, But Life It Seems Tightened Vice Grips Fast
N i Went in Lent Just To Pay The Rent And When I Decided To Vent I Woke In Regret
Did I Spend My Cash? Now I Stress Inept Sacrificing Bills When i Sped Past the Bank
to Get my Kids The Flyest kicks, I Had Change The Way I Live Like I Turned Christian
In Front The Game N I Lost my Gig To Survive I Spend What I Planned my Vacation With
Tried To Fix My Whip But That Bitch Beat's Wallets like A Dominatrix Wit A Hungry Pimp
Did A Stint In The Joint And Lerned To Bid.. Came Home To A Crib Wit An Empty Bed
I Jus Smoke A Blunt Get Some Empty Head, Cuz My Ribs Is Touchin N Aint no Bread
A Working man With no Chance to Blow Planned Wit Da Pin Out Grenade In Hand
And Its Weight Was Grand When I Was Gave The Chance To Pick Up Stacks If i Let it Bang
But My Grip SteadFast This Monkey On My Back Is The Will Ta Live The Life of A Workin Man