Pro P - Growing Pains lyrics

[Verse 1: Lou Sinergy] Apparently my expectations are a fantasy Never gonna happen I am never gonna grasp the scene A white boy attempting [?] caucasian art Getting labelled Eminem like they have torn my name apart So how about, I'm a wannabe Grego Well wannabe Louis Gregor be wanting to be successful Why can't you say my name without relating me to famous rappers with the same pigment? If only you could [?] me Then I guess I could say I'm in the same boat With the same bloke that has his name spoke in a play though [?] A&Rs and CEOs [?] talent [?] But we mold any fresh blood like it's Playdough If I do I really want that Or is my gritty side too close and my wallet [?] no Backing me since what I'm after and a point to prove I'm not the kid from school, the quiet one with the low tank of fuel [?] mistake If I didn't start that then to music I will be a bit late That was a scene to me, three years ago was a scene for me But now Hip Hop [?] expression so what's my scenery? I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired You're so fired [?] Leonidus [?] newcomer The only time you're hot is June, Summer Re-fixing a gruesome cover, no But on the serious topic, why aren't I branching out? Is the quality to poor on Logic? Or is Pro Tools a little bit weak? Cos this and every week I travel [?] no paddle [?] sh** creek? But still get no feedback Only my usual fans boost my self-esteem and honestly I need that They get self-proclaimed critics who fear a backlog Realise they rant themselves and give hand-jobs to big names But as soon as they hear someone different A potential threat that's when their actions are different I will never change for anyone else's eardrums, I will propel flames Until everyone's hearing is numb I am myself So why would I have a makeover? To be put on the edge like the slates of Dover Riddle me that I won't leave until my throat [?] And consequently my [?] is out [Hook: Lou Sinergy] My mantra instincts while keeping his eye-watch My growing pains, I'll [?] my [?] Never will I relinquish my wants I will clench and tense, sleep on my job [Verse 2: Lou Sinergy] Realistically, my impeded reasons Are deactivated by the [?] Information that will knock self-belief out When my RPG [?] demeanours It's hard when no one believes in you They all wait for you to simmer But with every line comes growth and more precision [?] greater [?] dead J Dillah, but more realer I've been an underdog all my life but with DNA of a winer This is the heart of Louis speaking The Gregory state of mind being transmitted by Sinergy's inner being Fluctuating from amateur and intermediate Avoid promotion in case someone's space I'm interfering in