Taxes
I'm a little too young to do taxes honey
Which means I got lots of money
And I'll spend it all on you baby
My life's not going tipsy turvy
I got my loot from my neighbors
And I don't got to pay taxes and it's okay
I'm a little too young to drive you places honey
But I'll still be your best company
I'll be your best time through all night and day
I'm a be your number one day
Come on baby just trust in me
I'll be your number one and that I know
She said it wasn't pretty
What I brought her from the city
She said I should return it right away
She said she'd never be my dime
I told her that that was fine
But I didn't believe what she did say
It's not hard to see
What life could be
If only I could hold you in my arms
There are highs and lows
I don't want them both
I only want the highs no alarms
I'm a little too young to be old and hurting
Waking up at seven thirty
But sometimes it happens anyway
I'm a little too young to have my own collection
Of money but no expenses
A little too young to be living on my own
Still I'll do anything for you my birdy
Sing songs just a little flirting
Anything you need it's on its way
A wooden pot a wooden ladle
Cook up some happy fables
Anything you need it's on its way
Which means I got lots of money
And I'll spend it all on you baby
My life's not going tipsy turvy
I got my loot from my neighbors
And I don't got to pay taxes and it's okay
I'm a little too young to drive you places honey
But I'll still be your best company
I'll be your best time through all night and day
I'm a be your number one day
Come on baby just trust in me
I'll be your number one and that I know
She said it wasn't pretty
What I brought her from the city
She said I should return it right away
She said she'd never be my dime
I told her that that was fine
But I didn't believe what she did say
It's not hard to see
What life could be
If only I could hold you in my arms
There are highs and lows
I don't want them both
I only want the highs no alarms
I'm a little too young to be old and hurting
Waking up at seven thirty
But sometimes it happens anyway
I'm a little too young to have my own collection
Of money but no expenses
A little too young to be living on my own
Still I'll do anything for you my birdy
Sing songs just a little flirting
Anything you need it's on its way
A wooden pot a wooden ladle
Cook up some happy fables
Anything you need it's on its way
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Grossman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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