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GROWN.


I’m a grown ass woman.

I eat my Ramen noodles in my cold ass dorm, which should be warm. 

Walking the leaf-covered sidewalks and the frigid air, without a care.

Lemme make something clear,

I’ll go to class, cuz I need to pass. 

I need a glass of wine, to reduce the stress of this upcoming test. 

A bitch is pressed.

I need a new dress, cuz I look a hot mess.

I know I’m complaining a lot, but I’ve got to express my distress. 

I’m a grown ass woman,

Keep your opinions to yourself or put them on the shelf.

I’m a grown ass woman,

I do what the fuck I want.

I don’t have to flaunt, I don’t want the guys I should want.

I leave them feeling blue, walking around without a clue. 

I don’t need your point of view, 

You should know how much I’ve grown.

I bit off  what I can chew, and I say what I knew.

We are through here, so let these words sink into your ear. 

I’m a grown ass woman. 

 
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