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 | 08. When I Grow Up
The Search by NF Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be?Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreamsI wanna rap, yeah, I know it's hard to believeAnd I can tell you're already thinkin' I will never succeedBut I'm okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weakI've been workin' on 'em, I'll be good eventuallyI understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feetBut I been running for a while, they ain't ready for me, ahhI know this prolly isn't really realisticAnd honestly, I might not ever make a differenceBut that don't make a difference, I'ma have to risk itI've been crunchin' numbers, you ain't gotta be a mathematicianTo see the odds ain't rootin' for meI can't lie though, it's kinda how I like it to beThe underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I meanBut what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeahI could go to college, get in debt like everybody elseGraduate and prolly get a job that doesn't pay the billsThat don't make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy MealsI don't like the dollar menu, I would rather make a mealHuh? Make a mil'? Nah, I said make a mealHome-cookin', get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well?Everything I see is overdone to me, I'm not AdeleBut I'ma get a record deal and say hello to mass appealWhen I grow up, I just want to pay my billsRappin' 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)I just want to sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow upYeah, ayyWhen I grow upYeah, yeah, ayyI'ma make 'em notice me, rhymin' like it's poetryEverything I oversee, I just like to overthinkMockin' me, you pay the fee, no return and no receiptsThose of you that don't believe, quiet, you don't know a thingQuiet when I'm tryna sing, quiet when I'm making beatsQuiet when I'm tryna think, sorry, I don't mean to screamI 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 ya; haters, go away before I hit yaI am not a beggar or a kiss-upYou don't understand? Well, I forgive yaI am not a quitter, you ain't really think that, did ya?Maybe someday I could even be up on the radioHave a tour bus and maybe even play a couple showsEverybody in the crowd singing every word I wroteTellin' me that I am not the only one that feels aloneHuh? You feel alone? Yeah, I kinda feel aloneWonder if that feelin' ever goes away when you get oldWill I ever make it as an artist? I don't really knowMight not make a lot of doughI'ma have to try it, thoughWhen I grow upI just wanna pay my billsRappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)I just wanna make a couple mil'Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah)(Leave it to the fam in the will)(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)I just wanna sign a record dealMaybe buy a house up in the hills (Okay, oh, yeah)Might not be the best in my field (Ayy, ayy, yeah)But I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow upI just wanna pay my bills (Woo)Rappin' about the way I feel (Oh, yeah)(Yeah, the way I feel)Yeah, I just wanna make a couple mil' (Ayy, couple mil')Leave it to the fam in the will (Oh, yeah, to the fam in the will)I just wanna sign a record deal (Woo)Maybe buy a house up in the hills (Oh, yeah)(House up in the hills)Yeah, I might not be the best in my fieldBut I guarantee that I'ma die realWhen I grow upWhen I grow up
