Grown-up Shit ft. naomi Lyrics

One chance is all that I get

To make an impression

Three point shot for the win

Five on the concession

Six years to prove I'm the best

In my high-school section

"Seven days a week" JK said

Now that's just aggression

Eight hours in bed

Now that's benign to my health

Where in the 10 Commandments is it said

That I shouldn't care about my wealth

Numbers on the floor

And I know just to hop

Scotch Whiskey mi amor

Make my brothers all drop

Ship products to her house

Show her I love her so

Life's too full of uncertainties

Not to party and go

Apeshit in the club

Then repent on a Sunday

"Hallelujah, I am new"

Then cuss the prof on a Monday

Goal's the work-life balance

Though we know that it's a scam

Some people work their whole lives

To afford the next can of spam

Damn

Are we on a sinking boat

Headed for the edge

This is murder, she wrote

I can throw away dreams

Like being the goat

I want to at least end

On a pretty high note

Damn

Mmh, sinking deeper into my couch

Found the duplicate keys to the house

Thinking I should keep it there

Yeah, uh let's switch that melody

It was a bit lazy

So let's try to change it up, I guess

Alright

Sunday, sun's out

Wake up, bummed out

Duty, boy scout

Holy, devout

Streaming, shout-out

Deep-end, fall-out

I'm done, last round

Knocked out unconscious and falling down

Everybody told me that life ain't all about fun

"Every girl you messin' with, tell her that she's the one"

Everybody talking like they know what path they on

We're all probably high on something, no?

Are we on a sinking boat

Headed for the edge

This is murder, she wrote

I can throw away dreams

Like being the goat

I want to at least end

On a pretty high note

Damn

I wake up to the ray, of sunlight on my face

Do I stare through it, Will it give me a glimpse of outer space

I don't want to open my eyes, don't want to get blind

But I could obviously just tilt my head to the side

I mean, I should probably get up now

Got a lot to do

Gotta live, I guess

Monday, kinda cliche

No more fun day

Back then it was all child's play

Have a chill day on the driveway

Had dreams of being on Broadway

Now I spend time in a café

Thinking if I should go buy me an ashtray

Now That's foreplay for doomsday

This whole grown up shit edging me on addiction

Need some therapy to vent out my frustration

Ain't no goddess, full of human imperfection

We're all struggling with some form of temptation, no?

Are we on a sinking boat

Headed for the edge

This is murder, she wrote

I can throw away dreams

Like being the goat

I want to at least end

On a pretty high note

Damn

Are we on a sinking boat

Headed for the edge

This is murder, she wrote

I can throw away dreams

Like being the goat

I want to at least end

On a pretty high note

Damn

Are we on a sinking boat

Headed for the edge

This is murder, she wrote

I can throw away dreams

Like being the goat

I want to at least end

On a pretty high note