| I don’t wanna grow up, no more
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| I don’t wanna blow up, no more
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| Got my adolescence on a necklace
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| I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
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| I can’t let it, no, no
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| What would my mama say
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| I ain’t been getting no sleep
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| Vices of being 18
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| Prices you pay
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| If you want your name on the screen
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| And flights getting paid for your team
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| Praise to the Lord
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| And screw all the powers that be
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| Cause they wanna throw away key
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| Keep us in cells
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| Then wonder why all of the peace
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| Is being disrupted in streets
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| But we raising hell
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| Lucifer scared of the teens
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| He seen 'em on NBC
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| CNN reasoning for all the children that bleed
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| The cop said that he tried to reach
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| Wish I was kid again
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| I wanna hang on the swings
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| Instead of hanging on the trees
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| Couple adrenaline rushes
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| Out racing all week
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| Shaking and move to the beat, yeah
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| I don’t wanna grow up, no more
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| I don’t wanna blow up, no more
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| Got my adolescence on a necklace
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| I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
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| I can’t let it, no, no (yeah)
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| My Grandmother told me that I would great
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| See she died when I was 'bout 8 |
| But she seen potential
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| So everything happening now
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| Was probably already fate
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| Don’t ask if I’m hungry
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| Boy, I already ate
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| We coming for more just to stock up the plate
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| Wasn’t satisfied with 2015
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| Baby, all I know is 2088
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| Jump off the roof
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| Into the pool
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| Your parents ain’t home
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| I’ll be over at 2
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| Or you could bring 2
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| Friends to my home
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| I might just have the juice
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| Least she tell me I do
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| She know I’m 'bout to blow
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| But I’m keeping my cool
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| That’s that humble approach
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| And she love what I do
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| Please don’t let that ego go to your head
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| If that’s what you’re on then you’re better off dead
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| It’s a revolution through the music
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| Every bar a desert eagle raised at your head
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| God I’m sorry if I’m heinous
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| I came a long way from pretending to be the red ranger
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| Now I’m channeling my anger
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| 'TIl I get that private plane inside the private hangar
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| Yeah
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| I don’t wanna grow up, no more
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| I don’t wanna blow up, no more
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| Got my adolescence on a necklace
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| I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
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| I can’t let it, no, no (yeah) |