| Growing up
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| Is not what it seems
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| And they just wanna see me dead
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| And I just wanna chase my dreams
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| I’ma keep it one-on-one, I tell you look inside the mirror
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| If the one you wanna be is looking back, that shit is you
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| Told me, «Follow rules,» I keep shit breakin', that’s my ninja way, uh
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| Toradora! |
| got me thinking love can form in other ways
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| Like, um, we as pretty as it comes
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| We some boujee mamas takin' hold and snappin' off the drums, uh
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| Walk in style, bottoms drippin' red when I stunt
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| We the outcasts, burnouts, wastes of space, weirdos on the run, like
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| Growing up
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| Is not what it seems
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| And they just wanna see me dead
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| And I just wanna chase my dreams
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| They said I wouldn’t make it this far, and now I’m here
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| They said we couldn’t live this long, now we’re here
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| Like, growing up
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| Is not what it seems
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| Growing up
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| Is not what it seems
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| And they just wanna see me dead
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| And I just wanna chase my mothafuckin' dreams
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| Like, growing up
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| Is not what it seems
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| And they just wanna see me dead
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| And I just wanna chase my dreams
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| Fuck 'em |