NF - When I Grow Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NF - When I Grow Up (en) Lyrics
When I grow up,
I wanna be a dentist
When I grow up, I wanna be
a ballerina teacher
When I grow up, I wanna
be a police officer
When I grow up, I would like
to be a veterinarian
When I grow up,
I'm gonna be a rapper
Ya, 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
I can tell you're already thinkin
I will never succeed
But I'm ok 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 runnin for while
they ain't ready for me
Ahhh
I know this prolly 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
To see the odds
ain't rootin for me
I can't lie though that's
kinda how I like to be
The underdog yeah you prolly
think you know what I mean
But what I'ma sayin is they ever
push me I'ma gonna swing
Yeah
I could go to college get in
debt like everybody else
Graduate and prolly get a job
that doesn't pay the bills
That don't make a lot sense to
me forget the happy meals
I don't like the dollar menu
I would rather make a meal
Huh?
Make a mill?
Na I said make a meal
Home cookin
Get the grill how you
want it pretty well
Everything I see is over done
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 wanna pay my bills
Rappin about the way I feel
(oh yea)
I just wanna
make a couple mill
Leave it to the fam in
the will (oh yea)
I just wanna
sign a record deal
Maybe buy a house up in
the hills (oh yea)
Might not be the
best in my field
But I guarantee
that I'ma die real
Ya, aye
Ya, ya , aye
I'ma make um notice me
Rhymin like it's poetry
Everything I oversee
I just like to over think
Mocking 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 tryn to sing
Quiet when I'm making beats
Quiet when I'm tryn to 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
Yo
Anybody wanna hear me rap
No
C'mon let me
play a couple tracks
C'mon I can
spit it really fast
You think I should throw
this in the trash
No?!!
Tricked ya!!!
Haters go away
before I hit ya
I am not a
beggar or a kiss up
You don't understand
well I forgive ya
I am not a quitter
You ain't really
think that did ya?
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 singing
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 artist
I don't really know
Might not make
a lot of dough
I'ma have to try it though
(When I grow up)
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