"Growing Up"
As a young buck Willy Wonka Sucked/
Aye yo I'd rather go play with my Tonka trucks/
My 2nd grade teacher had a donk a butt/
Whose next at the plate? yo the funk is up!/
When I was in pre-school.. I was pretty cool/
Ruler of the playground yo this is Jays ground/
Anyday now Imma be a star Wow!/
Mom and Dad I really hope your proud/
Elementry school was the biggest fool/
At the lunch table where I munch and drool/
Head to the John and I shit my stool/
go back for more.. re fuel../
Jr.High.. Why?/
My God I wanna die!/
Girls are mean.. so are the guys/
Everyone's giving me the evil eye/
I'm not fine../
Wanna go honme to my room and cry/
maybe more I'm not alright/
Growing ups hard no slice of pie/
Chilhood was like Catcher and the Rye/
Could be worse like Lord of the Flies/
I'm sick I'm tired of all the lies/
I never needed school I form my own mind/
When your young your basically blind/
The worlds at your feet you have tons of time/
but then you slack off and start to decline/
maybe thats the way that we were designed../
Growing up growing up yup yup x4
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