Grow Up - Random

Man I promised I wouldn’t get heavy on this joint

I can’t help it man I gotta be me

I just can’t seem to grow up

I said I just can’t seem to grow up

But you know what?

(WHAT~!)

I don’t think I want to

Ah ah okay okay

I was a young’n maybe 7 or 8

When I was up late playin games 'fore I was straight

Babysitter on the couch tryin to get her freak on

I’m passin level after level thinkin I’m a be PWN

But little did I know they didn’t have any endings

Every couple of levels I would go back to the beginning

Hard lesson to learn, but I recovered fine

Couldn’t beat Pitfall and got tired of tryin

But when the NES came around I had to get down

If you ain’t have it on the block then you was 'bound to get clowned

My game was Super Mario, I played it to death

First to get a hundred men kickin turtles on the steps

Learned that from GamePro, but it’s a shame though

Nowadays video games ain’t the same bro

Too complicated and they ain’t worth the price

You know somethin they a lot like life, and that’s why

Aight now follow me there, yeah

Say I don’t care (I don’t care) I don’t care (I don’t care)

Say I don’t care (I don’t care) say I don’t care (I don’t care)

I know you are but what am I?

(I know you are but what am I?)

I know you are but what am I?

(I know you are but what am I?)

Break it down

Know what?

I played every game in front of me, my peoples wanted none of me

Ran’s skills in video games, they couldn’t front on me

Mom knew how to punish me, take away the cords

'Til I thought they’d use the AC adaptor from my keyboard

That’s when I knew that there was somethin amazin

My boys would get in trouble, I was cool cause I stayed in

Latch key kid, Home Alone like Macaulay

And 20 years later hostin Halo parties, cause

This song’s for anybody who’s ever been teased for being, a nerd

Don’t sweat it, it’s gon' be aight man

Fads come and go but intelligence, it never went out of style

Keep readin them books yo

But uhh, lose the suspenders and the pocket protector

Mega Ran signin off, f’real