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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayy Grams
Jayy Grams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin McDonald
Justin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trox
Trox
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Low-fi
[Verse 2]
My brain was functioning great for my age, dude
Chillin', eating Lunchables and playing the Game Cube
Changing by the minute, but wearing the same shoes
But it's cool, my perspective is curt with the angles
If you not known for being accepting then change move
My feet would still be wack, interacting with lame crews
I made fools of A students in they school
[Verse 3]
It was mine too, but I ain't never go though
Was always in the booth like I was pressed to take a photo
They thought I was doofus, had me feeling like a dodo
A rare breed
Got a public defender for making a snare bleed
But I'm too busy in gym to get me a fair lead
I need to get my mind steady, used to be on Vine heavy
Fast forward, getting fellatio in ya mom Chevy
Oh, wait, I skipped it too far
[Verse 4]
A couple years a prophet came and had a list of regards
He said they're writing off this planet, now you hitting the stars
And don't you ever take for granted just how different you are
And now the mission at large
Is to get my scriptures across to the masses
The new Muhammad go cross jaws calling me Cassius
I'm doing honest thing 'cause the mind I had in the past
It got me set up for the future
And now I'm all grown up
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
All grown up
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
[Verse 6]
But I ain't get to what I needed to quick
I mean, I had a couple fans, I coulda reasonably quit
Internal doubting in a trance of not believing in shit
Face covered with both my hands to keep my demons at clique
But believe it was like 6 or maybe 5PM
And so abrupt
My manifestations literally facing me, I opened up
A message from Johnny
He said the potential possessed is just starting
We gotta grow and build
And you can bring the rest of the army
[Verse 7]
I said bet it, we hit the Mega Bus, we heading up
Running to make it, I almost fucked my retro 7s up
I'm feeling so anxious, I'm finna make it, it's irregular
For kids like me to make it out my city
Live 19, fulfill they dreams
I put the hood in
The global eye for all who tried but died and never couldn't
I sympathize and now I'm all ready
Johnny know I'm bar heavy
Life is cinematic, it's a picture when I walk steady
[Verse 8]
Yeah, yeah, giver of birth know the jam
And it's all jelly
Nows the time I got fellatio up in your mom's Chevy
[Verse 9]
Low-fi, bitch
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
All grown up
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****
Yeah, I'm all grown up, my ****, yeah
Written by: Justin McDonald
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