Wannabe a Kid Again
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
Fly like astone thrown out my home
In a telephone booth
But they don't make those anymore.
I got the cure for the canker sore.
I live right above in the candy store.
I have scars that no one can ever see
I got walls that are even unknown to me.
I make art. I draw pictures with words
Summon emotions from deep within my skull.
Not for glory, I'll tell you a story.
Don't gotta relate.
Narrate my feelings there's
Nothing wrong with feeling
No fronts,
No gimmicks,
No lights,
Just lyrics, No flesh, No spirit
Yo, I don't wanna be a Hendrix.
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
Dim witted kill shit, milk all of it
Before I'm fully lactose intolerant
No pun intended, my voice is quiet.
but my thoughts be a shade violent.
Aim before you pull
Philosophically,
I'm outside of the cave and imagery
Turnin' ivory to gold then into ebony
Now what'd you say to me?
Just then, afraid of confrontation
I love so much,
I hate so much,
I hate it.
Cause I hear voices in my head
And they sing to me.
I don't know who I'm trynna be
Or who I'm trynna please.
I wanna kill all the noises that I hear inside my head. Your words are better
Left unsaid, I wish that they were dead.
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
Fly like astone thrown out my home
In a telephone booth
But they don't make those anymore.
I got the cure for the canker sore.
I live right above in the candy store.
I have scars that no one can ever see
I got walls that are even unknown to me.
I make art. I draw pictures with words
Summon emotions from deep within my skull.
Not for glory, I'll tell you a story.
Don't gotta relate.
Narrate my feelings there's
Nothing wrong with feeling
No fronts,
No gimmicks,
No lights,
Just lyrics, No flesh, No spirit
Yo, I don't wanna be a Hendrix.
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again,
I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
Dim witted kill shit, milk all of it
Before I'm fully lactose intolerant
No pun intended, my voice is quiet.
but my thoughts be a shade violent.
Aim before you pull
Philosophically,
I'm outside of the cave and imagery
Turnin' ivory to gold then into ebony
Now what'd you say to me?
Just then, afraid of confrontation
I love so much,
I hate so much,
I hate it.
Cause I hear voices in my head
And they sing to me.
I don't know who I'm trynna be
Or who I'm trynna please.
I wanna kill all the noises that I hear inside my head. Your words are better
Left unsaid, I wish that they were dead.
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Evans
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