III. Baby Steps

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It's your shot to strive
It's your shot, your alive
Come on go outside
Live your best life

In a room full of dolls
In a room full of dogs
They staring at you all
Waiting to grow tall

Yeah you ain't 3 foot tall
But it don't matter at all
Cause your best year's far
Now, focus on them cars
Now, think about your farts
No worry not at all
Yeah, chilling all day long
Yeah, chilling all day long

Chilling all day long
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Yeah, chilling all day long
Yeah, chilling all day long

This ain't your desperate life
You'll be, having some rough awful times
You'll be, wanting to die maybe twice
But your a babe now and don't think it's right
And no it's not about what you are thought
Or how much you like to eat or to talk
It's just, all of the others in front
That are jealous they want to make fun

Yeah they wanna make fun, yeah
They wanna make fun
But, you don't give a fuck
Cause you'll keep in your thoughts
Cause you'll keep in your thoughts
Cause that's what your thought
When you grow up a dad
So you don't get all sad
Cause your kids won't be proud
Yeah you kids gon' be proud
If you stand all alone
And face off that clown
Fuck, I'm out, look at us now
Changing that brown
Till they like three and frown

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Writer(s): Antoine Reny
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