Ya know, it’s kinda like the more things change the more they say the same. My moms, she used to always kinda tell me stuff like that, and I ain’t believe her, ya know. But I guess ya know in the [bad word]  you kinda—as you get older—you understand

[Verse 1]
Tippy-toein’ to the kitchen, PJs on with the feets on
And when I walk its like chikka-chikka-chikka
Mommy catch me and I’m finished
But I’m on a secret mission
For some chips and I ain’t lyin’ down until I get ‘em
Twist the doorknob slow so she don’t hear the clickin’
And peak into her room to make sure she ain’t listenin’
All I see is the light reflected from the TV
“Hooked on Phonics” infomercial, so I’m guessin’ she’s asleep
Then I make my move
On my stomach crawlin’ past her room
Aw man I just knocked down the broom
Aight, stay still
I gotta be quick ‘cause if she catch me
Guaranteed my [bad word] is gettin’ whipped
So I just ran for it, threw all caution to the wind
And once I got there she was puttin’ up the last dish
She gave me milk and cookies and kissed me on my head
Aight now take yo’ [bad word] to bed

[Hook]
Yeah she right
I should be sleepin’
I should be sleepin’
I should be sleepin’
I should be sleepin’
I should be sleepin’
I should be sleepin’

[Verse 2]
What went on in my room: Demolition vs. Legion of Doom [bad word]  Ninja Turtles, Super Mario, too
On my door, my Filas; and Nikes up under my bed
Mad posters on my wall: Wu-Tang and […]
I would stay up late just to watch [bad word] on Cinemax
With no volume and my finger on the remote to change it quick
Watch ‘Tales from the Crypt” and “Apollo” with Sinbad
And after that play Megaman X and NBA Jam
I’m reminiscin’, trippin’ off the dreams I used to have
I wake up in cold sweats over the nightmares about my dad
Moms will walk into my room and kiss me on my forehead
It’s alright, now take yo’ [bad word] to bed

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And now I’m all on my own
Sometimes I can't believe I’m grown
Seems like yesterday when I was fifteen-years-old
Now the world is so cold and all you got is your goals
Every night I sit at home and feel like I wanna fold
‘Cause sometimes independence really equals alone
When everything goes wrong you got nowhere to go
I toss and turn all night trying to figure out who to fight
What decisions can I make to try to make things right?
And I don’t know
I [bad word] lost in my own zone
And my thoughts are [bad word] by my mother on the phone
She gives me some advice and helps me clear my head
I know you grown but take yo’ [bad word] to bed