GROWN UPS from PLASMA PLATTER by PEOPLE WITHOUT SHOES & INKSWEL

1st Verse
Cool like duke Ellington on Lenox ,
true to the game ya I'm so magnetic
copasetic poetic I be
pathetic you don't dance
Don't regret it
Set it off I suggest y'all
feel like Michael I'm off the wall
Billy d lady sings the blues,
huggy bear gold fish in my shoes
Break all rules kiss wit hot lips,
Cut the the rug I dug ya red tips,
Alone left the kids home
Use to get stoned, laugh and we bone
Still look marvelous
Champagne we spontaneous
Best be yet to come
Us as one, she hood smell good like apple crumb


Chorus 2x
Real teenage love
No we all grown up
Bills responsibility that's real grown up music
Our time to chill


2nd verse
Down like Coffey brown on sound view
Hula hoops, two scoops, and yoohoo
Peek a Boo yes good to have you
Michael knight yeah kit the car to,
Ice cream drip on ya dress a mess,
Days without you meaning less
Fresh prince BBQ
Breaking 2 electric boogaloo
Adlibs ooooohhhhh
Do what your body feel
Won't come cheap like party deals
fill me up to the top with hip hop ghetto games
Like Tag, and hop scotch
Watch how years fly by
Watch how ya kids grow high and I
Be right here for you,
my word, not just a bird eye view
Clue solved temp is windy
Close like mork & mindy
U dig me
Dj play the favorites
Day went great make time and save it


Chorus 2x
Real teenage love
Pause
No we all grown up
Bills responsibility that's real grown up music
Our time to chill

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• boom bap
• fire
• hiphop
• rap
• underground hip hop
• New York