Papa was a Rolling Stone, Papa was a fiend
Mama was my cornerstone, in karma I believe
They say he tryin' to recover, prayin' that he succeed
Can't forget the past, still pouring outta me
And shit, and better yet, it's about to be
Let's reflect on the times we were young and naive
Summers by the creeks, swimming in the water
Hard to see, olly oxen free, belly flopping from a tree
Wanna dream as vivid as I did as a kid
Part of me never jumped, still hanging by a limb
Back then couldn't dunk, I could barely touch the rim
Now we do shit they can't touch, they barely reach my shins
Baby look who caught the brand new Nike Airs
He already told you, head of y'all by light years
Said I wasn't strong enough, guess what? I'm right here
Sleep on me long enough I become your nightmare
Hook:
This is the story of a boy named Geoffrey
Grew up with blue skies but clouds turned grey when my daddy went and left me, yeah
Now I'm gonna stand out, I got it all planned out
I'mma do this on my own see I ain't takin notes I dont want any handouts
I'mma do this on my own like a real man should
Do this on my own like a real man should
Do this on my own like a real man should
Do this on my own like a real man, like a grown man
Like a grown man
Like a grown man
Pack my bags pack my bags motherfucker I'm gone
Tell my friends that I love 'em tell my family hold on
Tell my girl she perfect never did me wrong, but
These kids screaming my name I'm boutta put a song
Stubborn as a mule cause my pride too strong
Think I'm fuckin' cool cause I write cool songs, still
Finding myself where did I go wrong never asked for a dime now my sanity gone
All this pain, misery mines too long I need some therapy that's why I write you these poems
Know when you peaced the fuck out it left me stranded
Looked up to the sky and on my feet, I landed
These cuts are deep I don't take 'em for granted
Not a fool not to recognize a lesson when its handed,so
I grew up moved out, only thing to do now
Finish what I started now they all askin' who now
Who woulda thought though we in the booth & cars
Strung out on different pills fly around and close jaws
Your only shootin' stars motherfuck your pity
I got all I need right here it lives in me
Music is a vessel its gon' grant me my freedom
Life ain't a sitcom definitely not a rerun
Became my own man, I vowed I'mma be one
So fuck a father figure shit, I don't even need one
[Hook]
[Outro]
Person 1 "Here ya go."
Person 2 "What? what is this?"
Person 1 "Its called a Geoffrey, bit of this bit of that
Person 2 "Why the fuck is it called a Geoffrey?"
Person 1 "Cause, who could be scared of a Geoffrey?
Person 3 "Yeah Geoffrey's just this nice bloat from down the road isn't he?"
Person 2 "What's wrong with you?"
"Hello I'm Geoffrey and I just moved in"
The Geoffrey was produced by CJ Luzi.