Got up in the grill of whatever I found out lasts and  pays.

Shooting down and arguing you about anything you says.

I got so God damn tired, and then I got to the quiet phase.

Growing old, it ain’t nothing if you’re not set in your ways.

Growing up is something else before the quiet phase.

My heart got old and twice as strong as in the good old days.

Don’t know why I got so serious. Now takes a lot to faze.

It’s quiet in the sunshine. Nothing more than golden rays.

Took a lot of something somewhere to get far from your praise.