The Grown Up

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

The fluid on my eye falling while I do the rhyme

I try to be the guy, you think about

Every night when your eyelids cover eyes

Cause I'm going \"I'm\"rather than on \"us\"

Maybe I'm on lust well you deserve love

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

It's been a half a year, I say we take it there

'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

A not to be a freak girl, you deserve oral

And you deserve the Earth and the materials on it

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

he all from the heart of the person that's talking

I pray that that's me, but I gotta be honest

I gotta be a man, before I can become a father

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I know I still got a lot of growing up to do

You say my love was going worth from a upper

Blood band rushing, I'm thinking 'bout loving

Highest form of affection, physical connection

You should see a ni**a with an erection

And I don't blame you, cause game get's swang like it ain't sh*t

So for me to save it, is then you take it