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Grown Up To No Good (feat. Matt Mahaffey, Rook The Rhymer, Billy The Fridge & Packy Lundholm)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Klopfenpop
Klopfenpop
Rap
Rook the Rhymer
Rook the Rhymer
Rap
Billy the Fridge
Billy the Fridge
Rap
Packy Lundholm
Packy Lundholm
Gitarre
Matthew Don Mahaffey
Matthew Don Mahaffey
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joshua Klopfenstein
Joshua Klopfenstein
Songwriter:in
Jess Hart
Jess Hart
Songwriter:in
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Songwriter:in
Matthew Don Mahaffey
Matthew Don Mahaffey
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Klopfenpop
Klopfenpop
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Lyrics

Everything is fucked up But you can just get fucked So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die Find someone to fuck Make sure you don't get fucked Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry When you grow up you earn a lot about living And while it's true that the universe is unforgiving Table your misgivings, let your wonderment blossom Cuz the truth is being a grown up is totally fucking awesome We play possum with the facts, but it's agreed That you can have whatever you want, satisfaction guaranteed And while you don't like it now you'll spend a lot of time thinking About girls or boys instead of toys and massive quantities of drinking Listen up kids, call me Mr. The Fridge I'm your substitute teacher and it is what it is We all grow up, can't be a kid forever Even Peter Pan said good bye to Never-never Land Damn, think I could borrow sixty bucks? I know a girl who let's me tink her if I bring her pixie dust (Ew!) Kiddies trust if you think you like Caprisun Wait until they sell you umbrella drinks with peach rum Go be a beach bum or hitchhike to Vegas And never take shit from anyone who thinks they're the greatest Cuz to a certain extent, everyone's an imposter We all let others drown to keep our heads above water Everything dies and shit won't grow back Things you love will make you cry, you should so know that But don't hold back. Check your sources, Know the facts. You can't change a god damned thing so, you know, relax Everything is fucked up But you can just get fucked So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die Find someone to fuck Make sure you don't get fucked Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry Yeah alright, everything sucks, but it's kinda okay Because you make your own luck at the end of the day But remember, everything that feels good has a price Still everything worth doing's worth doing at least twice And that means vice. Don't miss what the world has to offer Pay well for your drugs and match your liquor with water Figured I ought to give your something that's useful Cuz whatever people tell you almost none of it's truthful Life's fucked, you little bastards'll see They'll charge you out the ass for a master's degree After the fees and the books and major expenses You'll shoot porn in your dorm just to pay for your pencils "What're pencils?" Fuck you kids and your tablets Screen-fingering addicts developing habit So have at it, grow old, be an adult Where you can get drunk before you do what you're told Use your best judgement... oh fuck it, go crazy! Be a hedonist or selfish prick or totally lazy Guzzle soda, crunch candy, and fondle your junk, Learn about shit on the internet, or just fake the funk Because lying is easy and we do it on the daily To win friends and cash and fuck the cute chick with the ukulele Pick your nose, watch too much TV, play every video game Adulthood is the tits and childhood is fucking lame Everything is fucked up But you can just get fucked So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die Find someone to fuck Make sure you don't get fucked Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry Everything is fucked up But you can just get fucked So everything that's fucked up can just go die die die Find someone to fuck Make sure you don't get fucked Because those fucks can fuck you up and then you'll cry cry cry
Writer(s): Jess Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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