| Papa was a Rolling Stone, Papa was a fiend
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| Mama was my cornerstone, in karma I believe
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| They say he tryin' to recover, prayin' that he succeed
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| Can’t forget the past, still pouring outta me
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| And shit, and better yet, it’s about to be
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| Let’s reflect on the times we were young and naive
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| Summers by the creeks, swimming in the water
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| Hard to see, olly oxen free, belly flopping from a tree
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| Wanna dream as vivid as I did as a kid
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| Part of me never jumped, still hanging by a limb
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| Back then couldn’t dunk, I could barely touch the rim
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| Now we do shit they can’t touch, they barely reach my shins
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| Baby look who caught the brand new Nike Airs
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| He already told you, head of y’all by light years
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| Said I wasn’t strong enough, guess what? |
| I’m right here
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| Sleep on me long enough I become your nightmare
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| Hook:
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| This is the story of a boy named Geoffrey
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| Grew up with blue skies but clouds turned grey when my daddy went and left me,
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| yeah
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| Now I’m gonna stand out, I got it all planned out
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| I’mma do this on my own see I ain’t takin notes I dont want any handouts
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| I’mma do this on my own like a real man should
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| Do this on my own like a real man should
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| Do this on my own like a real man should
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| Do this on my own like a real man, like a grown man
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| Like a grown man
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| Like a grown man
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| Pack my bags pack my bags motherfucker I’m gone
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| Tell my friends that I love 'em tell my family hold on
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| Tell my girl she perfect never did me wrong, but
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| These kids screaming my name I’m boutta put a song
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| Stubborn as a mule cause my pride too strong
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| Think I’m fuckin' cool cause I write cool songs, still
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| Finding myself where did I go wrong never asked for a dime now my sanity gone
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| All this pain, misery mines too long I need some therapy that’s why I write you
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| these poems
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| Know when you peaced the fuck out it left me stranded
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| Looked up to the sky and on my feet, I landed
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| These cuts are deep I don’t take 'em for granted
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| Not a fool not to recognize a lesson when its handed, so
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| I grew up moved out, only thing to do now
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| Finish what I started now they all askin' who now
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| Who woulda thought though we in the booth & cars
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| Strung out on different pills fly around and close jaws
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| Your only shootin' stars motherfuck your pity
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| I got all I need right here it lives in me
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| Music is a vessel its gon' grant me my freedom
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| Life ain’t a sitcom definitely not a rerun
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| Became my own man, I vowed I’mma be one
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| So fuck a father figure shit, I don’t even need one
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| Person 1 «Here ya go.»
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| Person 2 «What? |
| what is this?»
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| Person 1 «Its called a Geoffrey, bit of this bit of that
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| Person 2 «Why the fuck is it called a Geoffrey?»
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| Person 1 «Cause, who could be scared of a Geoffrey?
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| Person 3 «Yeah Geoffrey’s just this nice bloat from down the road isn’t he?»
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| Person 2 «What's wrong with you?»
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| «Hello I’m Geoffrey and I just moved in» |