Lyrics Growing Up Too Fast - Greaseball

We locked eyes at the corner store by the frozen foods
Didn't know what yet, not a boy no more
I'm not a boy no more
Say hello to the finer things, hello to the diamond rings
Say hello to the Lotto tickets and-a all those cigarettes
Suppose you could buy me things
Gotta get home soon or my mom will cry
On second thought, I got this Pabst though
Chillin' on the block with the fiends or a back road
Some days I'd get drunk, philosophies on where our dads go
Usually was broke, but rarely were we ever sad though
Okay, sometimes
A closed-up fist is an open door
A busted lip isn't always swollen
Older friends aren't all that old
I'm throwing up, but I'm growing up
I'm growing up, I'm growing up too fast

Growing up too fast
I'm growing up too fast

I'm not alone, my skin is thick
Gesture with your softened fingers, tryna judge us for these licks
I suppose if we were privileged and we built our house with bricks
You still try to knock it down and end up falling like a
Used to spar with the homeless, drinking 40s on the block
After school, parlay with homies, now these homies carry glocks
I'm not saying that we're perfect, but I'm definitely proud
You stay pointing at a giant, hands have never touched a cloud
I suggest you chug that Drain-O
Never held a tool, oh the fools what do they know
Still I walk around with a smile in your safe space
If you came to my neighborhood well you're
Far from a safe place

I'm growing up too fast
I'm growing up too fast
I'm growing up too fast
I'm growing up too fast