Sometimes, I feel like an old peach tree Keep growing tall, people picking at me Wanna taste what I got Yeah, they want a piece Race against time like a fucking Grand Prix Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix Gotta keep my shit cool, people looking at me like Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix Gotta keep my shit dialed Not for you, but for me, uh ♪ All that I can control is how I react to things How I attack the trouble or I attract the peace Lift a hundred geese or I inject the grease No masterpiece, feel ache decrease, yeah I don't really care, got a tracker on my cell phone If I really wanted, I could throw it to the ozone It'll still mean nothing 'cause my roots show me I'm home-grown Depression's taking me there, I'm gonna take it back Sometimes I feel like an old peach tree Keep growing tall, people picking at me Wanna taste what I got Yeah, they want a piece Race against time like a fucking Grand Prix Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix Gotta keep my shit cool, people looking at me like Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix Gotta keep my shit dialed Not for you, but for me, uh ♪ Race against time like H.B.G Like the damn Grand Prix