Growing Into My Crown
20 year old Queen
sitting on 20 year old dreams
I said sitting not standing
she gotta have courage for that and she ain’t there
yet
meet her at the top
wave when you get there instead of lending a hand to pull her up
she needs to climb that mountain on her own
cross those bridges
try not to burn them with those hot feet
drops those thoughts of doubt
no time to doubt, never doubt the time
or lack there of rather
cause you, 20 year old Queen
sitting on 20 year old dreams
yup, sitting
need to stand up
how else do you expect to walk?
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