@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuce with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like, "Fuck this is child abuse"
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin' nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to play the block like that (like that)
I used to carry knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still (uh)
These young boys is like a fire drills (uh)
False alarms (uh)
The next don (nah)
He ain't got it (on)
To the next one (young)
I'm still here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these childrens (yeah)
I'm a bully with the bucks (woo)
Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the fully in the tux (tah)
That was my past, now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a slum on me
To hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hooptie like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patrónin' it straight
I like South Beach but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (hey)
Your chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf'S
Comin' back with Birkin Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future (why?)
Y'all respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
Yeah, we used to ball like that (like that)
Now we on the ball team, hollaback (hollaback)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuce with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like, "Fuck this is child abuse"
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin' nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to play the block like that (like that)
I used to carry knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still (uh)
These young boys is like a fire drills (uh)
False alarms (uh)
The next don (nah)
He ain't got it (on)
To the next one (young)
I'm still here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these childrens (yeah)
I'm a bully with the bucks (woo)
Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the fully in the tux (tah)
That was my past, now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a slum on me
To hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hooptie like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patrónin' it straight
I like South Beach but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (hey)
Your chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf'S
Comin' back with Birkin Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future (why?)
Y'all respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
Yeah, we used to ball like that (like that)
Now we on the ball team, hollaback (hollaback)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah
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30 Something Lyrics as written by Dawaun Parker Andre Young
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Wow, this song is great. Just about how much more mature he is than today's 'young bustas', and how he used to be like them.