“and straight on ‘til morning.”
ah shit, you’re in it now,
self realization has hit the fan.
grown ass man,
grown ass man,
ain’t worth shit.
gone off to Neverland,
run, run, runnin’
you’ve got all these memories,
got all these reasons to be,
‘n you, you ain’t doin’ shit about ’em.
wake up, kid,
you’re stronger than this,
you’ve got more than this,
you’ve just got, got, got to wake up.
let that heat meet the cold of you,
let it all swirl ‘n storm ‘n twist in you,
wall clouds ‘n hurricanes for inspiration,
storm, kid, storm on out.
you’re runnin’,
you’re runnin’,
‘n you ain’t stopped a day since she left.
ain’t you tired of it comin’ back to that?
grow up,
grow up,
grow up.
you need to grow up, kid.
