"Late Bloomer" lyrics

Wild and young in the middle of LA
I ain't fit into the town
It was crowded needed space
All my life was spent inside a daze
Silicone models putting bottles on their chests
Niggas goin' broke spending money to impress
I'm signing up for something, it's something I know I'll regret
Yeah, the pressures on me but I'm taking a risk

If I'm naked inside the party it's because I'm a mess
No one sent me a memo telling me how to dress
Oh my God, I should start thinking less

I was late bloomin'

Running all my life, I been running all my life
Watching different women on the screen every night
Self pleasures good, but it's just not the same
Shoulda hit the prom with the shorty that I liked
But instead she had to tell me that I wasn't her type
I sat all day and I cried till the night
Thinking about stress while I'm thinking 'bout life

If I'm naked inside the party it's because I'm a mess
No one sent me a memo telling me how to dress
Oh my God, I should start thinking less

I was late bloomin'
I was late bloomin'

Lonely days are far away but good days are to come
I pray for you in every race your slow feet had to run
You got miles and miles
Running miles and miles
But still you're gone

I was late bloomin'
I was late bloomin'
But I'm boomin'

(But I'm boomin')