Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believe And I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeed But I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak I been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ah
I know this probably isn't really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a difference But that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk it I been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematician And see the odds ain't rootin' for me I can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you probably think you know what I mean But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah
I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and probably get a job that doesn't pay the bills That don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not Adele But I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal
When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' 'bout the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
Yeah, ayy When I grow up Yeah, yeah, ayy
I'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetry Everything I oversee, I just like to overthink Mockin' me, you pay the fee, no return and no receipts Those of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thing Quiet when I'm tryna sing, quiet when I'm making beats Quiet when I'm tryna think, sorry, I don't mean to scream I just feel like no one really gets me and it's sad to see 'Cause someday I'ma grow up and show all of you it's meant to be, yeah
Anybody wanna hear me rap? (No) Come on, let me play a couple tracks (no) Come on, I can spit it really fast (no) You think I should throw this in the trash? (No) Tricked you, haters, go away before I hit you I am not a beggar or a kiss-up You don't understand? Well, I forgive you I am not a quitter, you ain't really think that, did you? Maybe someday I could even be up on the radio Have a tour bus and maybe even play a couple shows Everybody in the crowd singin' every word I wrote Tellin' me that I am not the only one that feels alone Huh? You feel alone? Yeah, I kinda feel alone Wonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get old Will I ever make it as an artist? I don't really know Might not make a lot of dough, I'ma have to try it, though
When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah I just want to make a couple mil' Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (yeah) I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (okay) Might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real (ayy, oh)
When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills (woo) Rappin' about the way I feel, oh yeah (yeah, the way I feel) Yeah, I just want to make a couple mil' (ayy) Leave it to the fam in the will, oh yeah (to the fam in the will) I just want to sign a record deal (woo) Maybe buy a house up in the hills, oh yeah (a house up in the hills) Yeah, I might not be the best in my field (ayy) But I guarantee that I'ma die real When I grow up
(When I grow up)
Writer/s: Nate Feuerstein, Tommee Profitt
Publisher: CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing
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Nathan Feuerstein from N/aOne cool fact about this song was it was one of the first songs that really meant something to me and had a connection to my life. This song gave me the courage to more or better music.
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