Grow Up Songtext
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Grow Up Songtext
I do whatever it is I wanna do.
You can′t tell me.
You're not my mommy.
Don′t even try to be.
Back off now.
The real world's cruel.
I'm sending you back to school.
My counselor
She says I gotta grow up now.
(Whatever that means.)
Oh what am I gonna be
When I grow up?
Will I recognize me?
The Seed sprouts + it grows all by
All by itself.
But how we don′t know.
Got a show coming
Up at the Rocking Stone, so be there.
Been known to judge
Back when it was cool to be sloppy at school.
It′s easier
To ask forgiveness than permission, dear.
Our parents they
Never had time for no friends.
And my social life's gone
And I′m mowing my lawn.
When I should be up on that stage
With the glitz + my rage.
Oh what am I gonna be
When I grow up?
Will I recognize me?
The Seed sprouts + it grows all by
All by itself.
But how we don't know.
Unless I become like a little child
I will never act like the son that has won.
And the child grew and became strong
Agreements made
The trumpets sounding off and on.
Remove every branch
With no fruit in its hands.
Then prune all the rest.
Give me the best. Please?
You can′t tell me.
You're not my mommy.
Don′t even try to be.
Back off now.
The real world's cruel.
I'm sending you back to school.
My counselor
She says I gotta grow up now.
(Whatever that means.)
Oh what am I gonna be
When I grow up?
Will I recognize me?
The Seed sprouts + it grows all by
All by itself.
But how we don′t know.
Got a show coming
Up at the Rocking Stone, so be there.
Been known to judge
Back when it was cool to be sloppy at school.
It′s easier
To ask forgiveness than permission, dear.
Our parents they
Never had time for no friends.
And my social life's gone
And I′m mowing my lawn.
When I should be up on that stage
With the glitz + my rage.
Oh what am I gonna be
When I grow up?
Will I recognize me?
The Seed sprouts + it grows all by
All by itself.
But how we don't know.
Unless I become like a little child
I will never act like the son that has won.
And the child grew and became strong
Agreements made
The trumpets sounding off and on.
Remove every branch
With no fruit in its hands.
Then prune all the rest.
Give me the best. Please?
Writer(s): Daniel Christopher Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com