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When I grow up I told you I'll make it far
Imma be tall enough to tickle the lucky stars
I got time, and bragged about it round
Imma be bolder and bigger than all you are
When I get older I'll show you my house and car
I'll get mine, I'll have it all so fine
When I grow up I told you that my folks they can't tell me nothing
But I be crawling under shitstorms
Begging for a grown up to take all and tell me something like everything's alright
And out, I've been up all night long
Drunk talking some plans to get far out of my home
But now the morning's come
Gone baby's gone
I'm rolling back where I belong
When I grow up I told you I'll make it far
But I can't barely reach for the goalie's bar
In my mind, I beat you anytime
And as the world is aging I'm hiding still
I hear of babies coming and houses bills
I go down, stuck in my hometown
I got my old man sleeping but my mama stalks me all day
Says I oughtta find a real job
Maybe I'll tomorrow but tonight I'd be up for some ways
To go and get real high
And out, I've been up all night long
Drunk talking some plans to get far out of my home
But now the morning's come
Gone baby's gone
I'm rolling back where I belong
Imma be tall enough to tickle the lucky stars
I got time, and bragged about it round
Imma be bolder and bigger than all you are
When I get older I'll show you my house and car
I'll get mine, I'll have it all so fine
When I grow up I told you that my folks they can't tell me nothing
But I be crawling under shitstorms
Begging for a grown up to take all and tell me something like everything's alright
And out, I've been up all night long
Drunk talking some plans to get far out of my home
But now the morning's come
Gone baby's gone
I'm rolling back where I belong
When I grow up I told you I'll make it far
But I can't barely reach for the goalie's bar
In my mind, I beat you anytime
And as the world is aging I'm hiding still
I hear of babies coming and houses bills
I go down, stuck in my hometown
I got my old man sleeping but my mama stalks me all day
Says I oughtta find a real job
Maybe I'll tomorrow but tonight I'd be up for some ways
To go and get real high
And out, I've been up all night long
Drunk talking some plans to get far out of my home
But now the morning's come
Gone baby's gone
I'm rolling back where I belong
Credits
Writer(s): Etienne Bouchart
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