Lyrics

[Verse 1] Thinking back to the days… Back, when my Mom got pissed, if I ever got caught, when I'm smackin' my lips Talked back, got slapped, hand print got stamped on my face Can't get spanked anymore, got immune to the belt, so she raised it up a notch, now I'm catchin' her fade That was the reason that I never liked to chat with the fam, I demand that they give me my space Started feelin' sad, lookin' back, I get mad, 'cause I'm actin' the same, sarcastic, a bashful disgrace A passive, irrational asshole Spaz, when I rage on a track, Hulk smashin' the bass Tryna save up every bit of cash that I had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed Now, I'm half-dead, got haze in my brain I'm half-way insane, I've erased all my pain… [Hook] Growing up in this generation, where the kids barely know what respect is But there's few who remain, who display it, while the rest showin' traits of being reckless Even me, I'm connected, from the decade that Clinton got elected This is dedicated to all of the care-free kids with potential, but don't invest it [Verse 2] Thinking back to the days… Back, when my Mom got pissed, all my slackin', impactin' my grades Man, I really coulda passed with all A's I was busy tryna get a laugh to replace The fact that I lack motivation, attention span got distracted, tryna get a glance of the waist of the girl in my class Ass was the fattest, attractive, tryna spit game was a waste Shoulda paid attention in math, learn to add to a stack I'm subtractin' a gram, from the weight Dabs, then a tab, trippin' acid Chance, with this rap shit, vocab vast, and expansive Tryna save up every bit of cash that I had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed Now, I'm half-dead, got haze in my brain as a means to escape from the pain… [Hook] Growing up in this generation, where the kids barely know what respect is But there's few who remain, who display it, while the rest showin' traits of being reckless Even me, I'm connected, from the decade that Clinton got elected This is dedicated to all of the care-free kids with potential, but don't invest it [Verse 3] Thinking back to the days… Back, when my Mom got pissed, I was actin' a fraction my age But I'm glad I grew out of that phase Slave to my habits, cranium detached from the base My attitude was trash, 'cause I stashed up a massive amount of hate Had to get wasted, plastered, then crash in my grave Pace of my thoughts, too fast, need a J, to delay Slow it down, came last in the race Never leave a trace of my antics, Ray Ban brand on the shades Maskin' the gaze from the masses, got my glasses, lazy eye lids, trapped in a daze Tryna save up every bit of cash that I had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed Now I'm half-dead, got haze in my brain, new strain to contain all the pain…