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He’s telling her how she’s growing up so fast, and soon she’ll ant to be free but in the meantime, she’s still his baby girl. It’s such a sweet song about how his little girl who is about to be a lady, but not quite yet. He had already written one for his son, Louie, but he knew Gracie needed one to. Just keep in mind that if you’re feeling a little of the empty nest blues, these songs might make you shed a couple of tears.īen Folds’ prowess with touching lyrics and skills with the piano really shine through with this song he wrote for his daughter. To celebrate your baby turning into a responsible and successful adult, here are some songs you can add to your playlist. And knowing when to let go and realize that your kids are now adults is the true test of being a parent. On one hand, you want them to stay your baby forever, and on the other hand, you want them to grow up and become whoever they want to be in the world. Watching our kids grow up can really feel like a time lapse.
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But either way, someday homeboy you know you gotta grow up. Got to wait till shes asleep, before you can bone. You bought an Iphone, but live in ya mama home. Got your draws all out, what you wanna stripdance? And homeboy, what you doing in the 5X, You ain't that big, shits lookin' like a dress.
Why you wearing a wave cap that ain't got waves? Wear that shit out in public, andon church days. Ain'y you got kids to raise? Instead of acting liek him nigga, act your age. Think your Chris Brown, but you look like keep sweat(?) bitch. At the club, acting young, wearing the wrong shit. Your wife at home, your wasting gas, tryin' to bust a bitch. You wanna save Hip Hop rappers, then you gotta grow up. It's all fall, and eveything to flip flop. Whack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids. Your biker chains, designer shades, just ain't right, especially when you can't breathe, cause your pants to tight. Instead of coppin' that, you should of copped the food chain. A few days ago I eard you pawned that chain. Now that's an intresting thang, cause in your video, your having so much blang. Go out to eat, it's your treat, but at the last minute, say you forgot it, never had it, won't ever spend it. A Guchi wallet, but ain't got cash in it. You got a Bentley, but can't keep gasin' it. You ain't a kid no more, I think it's time to grow, homie you better know, you know it's time to grow,Ĭause nigga you to grown, go out and get your own, those childish ways are gone, I think you better grow up It never hits home, till your homie get clapped, you at the funeral with tears, sayin to yourself "you gotta' grow up"*
Few blocks down the street, couple fools get capped, Nigga bullets ain't pick-y, could of been a wrap.
Shit riskin' all odds, we never saw it like that. Get to duckin', when they buckin', gang altercation. Hit the shaw, liquor, bank, then the gas station. A teenage life, when you think you know everything, about everything, and don't know a damn thing. Freestyle me, while I continue to bullshit. Roll around the streets, get drunk and shoplift. My dad always said it's easier to keep up, then it is to catch up, but all I did was mess up. I use to think fucking up was cool, loved ditchin' class, till I didn't pass high school.
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