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"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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