Home Grown - Grow up
Tekst :
Yeah you tell me that it s time to grow up
Blah, blah, blah, shut up
You re just afraid that I ll be better than you
I m just a kid and I m having fun
Doin all things you never got to do
You never got to do, oh yeah
So you think you can change me
Control me, restrain me?
Well I ve no, no self-control, no limits, no boundaries
Content watching the world crumble around me
Chorus:
I keep telling myself
That I don t need anybody else
I m doin fine on my own
But then again, maybe I m missing something
At least that s what they re telling me
Yeah right!
Don t try to tell me what you think s right
I don t need your insight on life
I ve made my own way
So I will not change!...No!
Not for anyone, for anyone, for anyone, oh yeah!
For anyone
Yeah you tell me that it s time to grow up
Blah, Blah, Blah, Shut up
You re telling me what you re parents told you
I m just a kid and I m having fun
Doin all things you never got to
I keep telling myself
That I don t need anybody else
I m doin fine, on my own
But then again, maybe I m missing something
At least that s what they re telling me
But I m not going to change Not for anyone...
Inne utwory
Grassman She said Whole lot easier My friends suck Single all the way Give it up Melodies haunt you Barbie girl Sixteen We are together Making the most of Second best I hate myself I love you, not Giving up Another face in the crowd Losowe utwory
Pamiętam ten dzień jak dziś padał deszcz
A ty stałaś tuż obok mnie ...
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains
holding me
I wish I could say, all the things that I should say
Say I´m loud say I m clear
For the whole wide world to hear
I wish...
They may say that we re the best thing that could be
They say it to you and they say it to me
But to each other they re insistin
Something must be missin
Things can t really be the way they seem to be
They don t know love the way we...
Watch me ride:
I m a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I m inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick you here,
Put your legs over there and kinda swing...
Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write.
Memories roll in of the things you once did
and who you had shared them with. Is somebody thinking of you?
Did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and jump lips?
A poor choice of...