I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I'm so scared of change but I want it so bad
All the nights we've never had
And I'm waiting for the day
We're gonna make our own way
Things will never be the same
It's true that you and I are right
Prob'ly never need to fight
Breakups lonely nights
And you flipped my shit so many times it is cooking evenly on both sides
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
Listen to the people who you know and can't relate
These shitty artists all around make me wanna pass the plate
So they can have a little bit of my passion (f*ck) I ain't mad
All I'm saying is they are awful: they need a helping hand
Why can't you make some songs about stuff you know
Why aren't you true to you and let yourself show
Well that's because you're way too concerned with being cool
And your skills are worse than kids in motherf*cking pre-school
And the way you write
It sounds like
The shit you spit
You're ignorant
Your latest like is your whole life
You'll prob'ly never have a wife
'Cause you sound like a shitty life
And you look like a trippin' dyke
You're better off
Turn head and cough
While other artists sit and scoff
I'll sit right here and drink my beer
It's a shame that you're as lame
You'll never see a drop of fame
Well that is my goddamn last name
(And I'm not even f*cking rapper) f*ck you guys
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I don't even know I'm giving up your so mad
I'll walk outside and call a cab
And I add a fake laugh
So I can get you out my pad
Before things get too out of hand
I don't have my liquor right now
But I'm getting f*cked up someway somehow
There you go hold it in then cough it out that'll get you there no doubt no doubt
Reasoning - Adult Children Lyrics
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I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I'm so scared of change but I want it so bad
All the nights we've never had
And I'm waiting for the day
We're gonna make our own way
Things will never be the same
It's true that you and I are right
Prob'ly never need to fight
Breakups lonely nights
And you flipped my shit so many times it is cooking evenly on both sides
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
Listen to the people who you know and can't relate
These shitty artists all around make me wanna pass the plate
So they can have a little bit of my passion (f*ck) I ain't mad
All I'm saying is they are awful: they need a helping hand
Why can't you make some songs about stuff you know
Why aren't you true to you and let yourself show
Well that's because you're way too concerned with being cool
And your skills are worse than kids in motherf*cking pre-school
And the way you write
It sounds like
The shit you spit
You're ignorant
Your latest like is your whole life
You'll prob'ly never have a wife
'Cause you sound like a shitty life
And you look like a trippin' dyke
You're better off
Turn head and cough
While other artists sit and scoff
I'll sit right here and drink my beer
It's a shame that you're as lame
You'll never see a drop of fame
Well that is my goddamn last name
(And I'm not even f*cking rapper) f*ck you guys
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I don't even know I'm giving up your so mad
I'll walk outside and call a cab
And I add a fake laugh
So I can get you out my pad
Before things get too out of hand
I don't have my liquor right now
But I'm getting f*cked up someway somehow
There you go hold it in then cough it out that'll get you there no doubt no doubt
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I'm so scared of change but I want it so bad
All the nights we've never had
And I'm waiting for the day
We're gonna make our own way
Things will never be the same
It's true that you and I are right
Prob'ly never need to fight
Breakups lonely nights
And you flipped my shit so many times it is cooking evenly on both sides
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
Listen to the people who you know and can't relate
These shitty artists all around make me wanna pass the plate
So they can have a little bit of my passion (f*ck) I ain't mad
All I'm saying is they are awful: they need a helping hand
Why can't you make some songs about stuff you know
Why aren't you true to you and let yourself show
Well that's because you're way too concerned with being cool
And your skills are worse than kids in motherf*cking pre-school
And the way you write
It sounds like
The shit you spit
You're ignorant
Your latest like is your whole life
You'll prob'ly never have a wife
'Cause you sound like a shitty life
And you look like a trippin' dyke
You're better off
Turn head and cough
While other artists sit and scoff
I'll sit right here and drink my beer
It's a shame that you're as lame
You'll never see a drop of fame
Well that is my goddamn last name
(And I'm not even f*cking rapper) f*ck you guys
I grew up too fast ain't have no fun
These highs never last - let's make a run
I'll count my chickens; yeah one by one
Let's go party till we see the sun
I don't even know I'm giving up your so mad
I'll walk outside and call a cab
And I add a fake laugh
So I can get you out my pad
Before things get too out of hand
I don't have my liquor right now
But I'm getting f*cked up someway somehow
There you go hold it in then cough it out that'll get you there no doubt no doubt
Writer: Ryan Simpson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid