Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Growing Again, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Tempest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.03.2007
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Growing Again |
| When I grow up, I wanna be a giant… |
| The biggest muthafucka alive! |
| That would be the shit! |
| I wanna be tall, I wanna be big… |
| The jump off — One summer night, I noticed my shoes was fittin' wrong |
| My feet was all a sudden a half an inch too long |
| I jumped in my car, and thought |
| «Now who the fuck was in my seat?» |
| Fuckin' with my levers and re-adjustin' my mirrors |
| I stopped to get a Slurpie and I noticed I was floodin' in my jeans |
| Gettin' back in my car, I split my ass seam |
| My shit ain’t hardly fittin' any more, fucked up detergent, or |
| I’m growin' bigger than a muthafuckin' dinosaur! |
| Got out the car and had to duck to get in Shaggy’s place |
| You shoulda seen the fuckin' look up on his painted face he said… |
| Holy fuckin' shit, I don’t know if you knowin' |
| But you’re growin' and it’s obviously showin' homie! |
| Watch where ya fall down (oh shit) |
| Watch where ya fall down (oh fuck) |
| Watch where ya fall down (oh shit) |
| Watch where ya fall down (oh fuck) |
| Now I’m growin' again, now I’m growin' again (oh shit) |
| Now I’m growin' again, now I’m growin' again (oh fuck) |
| The next day I woke up, Shaggy’s three dogs were trippin' on me |
| Layed out on his couch, a smooth nine foot three |
| They don’t fuckin' love me no more, I stand up |
| And put a hole in Shaggy’s ceilin' with my big ass nug |
| The dogs ran, Shaggy’s like… |
| Holy fuck, don’t move! |
| First thing you gotta fuckin' do is do not move! |
| We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up |
| I had to crawl through the hall into the front yard, then get up |
| I’m lookin' through the eyes of a 12 foot tall man |
| Don’t feel any different, though I could use a tall can |
| I’m growin' every hour and the reason’s unknown |
| Now I’m sittin' on your home with my feet on your lawn |
| Damn… |
| To me SUV s and Sedans, they’re like pop cans |
| A little bit heavier but tin in my hands |
| Shaggy’s chillin' on my shoulder in a custom made basket |
| I’m tryin' to ride wit' my boy in this bitch and outlast it! |
| I try to stay in one place, it ain’t no use in hidin' |
| Hella choppers beamin' wit' coppers on all sides |
| And the media governments are offerin' jobs |
| (He's a freak of nature!) |
| World press, scientists, all swarmin' wit' this mob |
| (He's huge!) |
| All around us… |
| (Incredible!) |
| Fuck it J, you only gettin' bigger dog |
| You and me, right now, homie go for a jog |
| We’ve been sittin' here, lettin' them observe us and for what? |
| I say you tell 'em «Fuck the world!» |
| and throw the lotus up! |
| Now I’m runnin', every step is 32 miles |
| Shakin' the earth, turnin' buildings into piles |
| And I’m runnin', crushin' trees like blades of grass |
| My head’s above the clouds, all they see is my ass |
| And I’m runnin', 600 mile an hour wind gust |
| Footsteps, explosions, three days of dust |
| And I’m runnin', and I can still hear Shaggy on the megaphone |
| «Keep, keep, keepin' on, don’t stop, come on!» |
| And I’m runnin' through states in two steps or less |
| Through the oceans and don’t even be gettin' my nuts wet |
| And I’m runnin', finally gravity took me away |
| I ran right off the planet into the black of outer space |
| And I’m runnin'… |