Lyrics:
Sound Of Growing Up The

all to read and if its not for you that's fine by me, just let me be, no apologies and if you listen you'll hear the sounds of growing up its restless

want to be Theres no focus or direction when a feeling hits with a mission to turn you out so I wont forget what you said to me keep your head up

I want to be Theres no focus or direction when a feeling hits with a mission to turn you out so I wont forget what you said to me keep your head up

An 8 piece band lifts you up, and I hope they are tried and true, floating up there right next to you while A 4 inch map leads me down, a path I've

take a minute to prepare, dude I'm gonna play dress-up And do colored hair Gonna sing my lungs out 'Till I pop some air You keep telling me to grow up

blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' 'bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep The sound of fuckin

skirt back down, grow a set, men Nigga, this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence La, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Hold up

to the one up the coast to catch some sun That left me with these blisters on my skin Don't know what I was on but I think it grows in Oregon So I kept

jack it up And make the girls them on de dance floor back it up Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up The place hot but a hot girl pull it up Yo, Operator