The Kid LAROI – Kids Are Growing Up Part 1 (Guitar)

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 Yeah

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 Growing up I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne

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 Until I saw his body layin' in the grave (Rest in peace)

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Growing up I used to want a Jeep Wrangler (Haha)

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Until I got to drive a Range

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 Growing up I used to have a lot of friends

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 Until I saw the money change 'em

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 Growing up I used to want a lot of hoes

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 Until I met Ben Franklin

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I'm writin' this from a place that you ain't heard about

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 That you could only comment through the word of mouth

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 Growing up, I used to tell my ma, "I'll work it out"

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 I worked it out but now still somehow shit ain't working out

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 Growing up, I watched my favorite rappers interviews

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 I ain't believe 'em when they said, "It ain't all what it seems"

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 But now I'm here, realized they were tellin' truth

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'Cause you sacrificed yourself for everybody's needs, by any means

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I'm married to the game for this diamond ring

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And I spend more time with her than anybody else it seems

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 Court side with my bitch, we can't see the nosebleeds

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Afterparty, Bootsy Bellows, hoes make they nose bleed

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Always stressin' 'bout my brother, I know this shit hard on him

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Always stressin' 'bout my momma but I know that God got her

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I'm stressin' out more now than what I did at rock bottom

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And I'm blowin' more clouds, hopin' that'll help stop it

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It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches

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It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all (For real, haha)

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Promised the world and delivered me a atlas

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 But I guess that's how it goes

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Ooh,  I don't know why I can't believe it (Oh, yeah)

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Oh, nothin' ever as it seems at all (Ooh)

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 I thought my nightmares were my dreams (Ooh, I don't believe)

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This ain't what it seems now, no