conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Growing Pains III with the following description: Long awaited trequel to Logic’s highly popular song “Growing Pains”. Growing Pains was on “Young Broke & Infamous” and Growing Pains II was on “Young Sinatra”.
  6ix hinted that he, Tae Beast, & Shkye Hutch produced this track.
  
  
  
  
  In this video you can hear Logic recording the beginning of the first verse: 
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Skit]
  Bruh, yo (Nah sayin'? It was somethin' that-)
  Guess who I met last night, man
  You know your land-, land chick? The fuck (Woo)
  Oh, yeah, man (Ayy dog, I don't know, man)
  Now that chick bad last night (God-damn-, fat ass), bruh
  She just run up on me like, "Yo" (What?)
  Nah mean? We talkin' and shit- (Crazy)
  We gotta-we gotta stay- (Blap-blap!)
  Oh, we heard man
  It was cool, opp (For sure), you know, got crazy, so I had to let 'em out
  (Yeah, faggot-)
  Crazy thing that I heard, the homie say he ran around the corner from here
  (Is that right?) Right around the corner, nah mean? (Boy, wait-wait-wait)
  (Right around the corner?) Nah mean? (It's on, it's on!)
  Sort that new life, he should look out (I'm gon' kill a nigga tonight)
  Okay (I'm like-) (I mean if-) (Shit)
  If somethin' go down, man, we ready, man, ain't-
  (Nobody-nobody) and we ready, the whole hood ready (This car creeping)
  (Looks brazy-) damn, oh shit!- (Oh, shit!)
  Go, go, go-! (In the roof!) go-!
  [Verse 1]
  Uh, yeah, outside I can hear 'em bussin', bussin'
  And the police they rushin'
  Go to my head like concussion
  I'd rather not have this discussion
  My mind racing for the elevation of the toxic in my blood
  Where my mind, don’t know now
  But I know where it was
  I need Nikki, where is Nikki?
  Baby girl, please come and get me
  Now I’m old and shit is trippy, but I know that God is with me
  This that baby mama drama
  Give a fuck about a man, I know I'ma
  Be there for my son, talking with my sister, it begun
  End of the month, that’s the worst of the month
  But the first of the month put the weed in the blunt
  That welfare check, check
  Won’t ever bounce like my daddy did
  But I’m glad he did 'cause it made me strong
  Made me help somebody with this song
  Paint the picture of my life
  Growing up what it was like
  Section 8, grab a plate
  Food for thought, gravitate
  Food stamps, Social Services tryna take me away
  My mama locked up, I pray to God that I see her today
  Maybe not, maybe so; 
  West Deer Park, that’s all I know
  Just me and my homies, people that know me
  Only ones that know
  Around my way (Around my way)
  Living day by day (Living day by day)
  Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
  Five-O with them K-9's
  Manhunt when it's game time
  They was robbing the ice cream man in broad day
  Now I’m running from the police
  Don’t know how, but I got away
  Selling weed to my homies
  And a girl in the building that know me
  At 15, such a fiend, for the shit, that I seen
  All my homies smoking green, fucking bitches, sipping lean
  It was king, it was cool, seemed like something I should do
  Such a youngin, such a fool
  Now I’m breaking into school
  'Cause my homie told me to
  What to do, what would you?
  When will I lose my anonymity
  And become one with the enemy?
  Tell me, would I be the enemy?
  Feel like nobody in front of me
  I can feel the vibe [Interlude]
  Bobby, what are you thinking?
  What are you dreaming about?
  Bobby, what’s inside?
  What are you thinking right now?
  What are you thinking?
  Go to sleep
  [Verse 2]
  I guess maybe I was thinking things would be different now
  'Cause when I wake up, my dreams fade
  Everything cascade
  In this vanilla sky, I feel like David Aames
  Why must I open my eyes?
  I wish I could stay asleep forever
  Attain every goal I wanted and watch it repeat forever
  Will it happen? Maybe never
  Maybe so, I got to know—but tell me why, uh
  I picture myself at the top but I know that I’m dreaming
  Will I wake up before I finally confront all my demons?
  Maybe not—All I know is this life I live
  I can’t live it no longer
  Wish I was stronger, wish that I could survive
  Turn on the TV, let it wash my brain
  Pretend that family’s my family to avoid the pain
  Hello children, how was school?
  It was good, how 'bout you?
  I love you (I love you, son), I love mama too
  Are you ready for dinner?
  I’m able to set the table
  'Til I snap out the fable when that TV turn off
  And I realize I’m back in hell
  (Bobby...) [Outro: Thalia]
  Logic has recorded 1700 songs in the span of his
  10 years as an MC. However, only just over
  150 have been released to the public...