[Verse 1]
It went…
College for 2 years
College for 3 years, dead end career, then
College for 2 years
Now I'm A.B.T.'ing it up in here, Y'know
Life can be a b**h
When you focus on quality of life, not being rich, but
It is what it is
And everything it seems ain't all it appears, but
My car insurance cheap
And my house note paid, and me and the wife eat, so
I really can't complain
But a fulfilling career I am yet to obtain, so
For now I maintain
And I pray that this pen and pain will sustain me
In all of my endeavors
And it's good, cause these beats and rhymes make my life better
[Hook: Skipp Coon x2]
See I don't know what I wanna be when I grow up
(When I grow up)
But I don't wanna be like y'all when I grow up
(When I grow up)
[Verse 2]
See I was told "Joe, graduate and work
Pull up your pants baby, tuck in your shirt
Put up with the jerks. Accept their dirt
So you too can be underpaid and overworked."
Nevermind that. I'd rather write raps
I hate wearing slacks and sneakers look better with jeans
And God didn't build me to be a part of y'all machine
Cause them ends don't justify the means, and
Being a flunky, it's just not in my genes
I wanna be on my own and not a extra in your scene, I'd
Rather be cool like Shaft or Steve McQueen
Conforming to reality means that I deny my dreams
And that's bad for my self-esteem
Like bacon in my beans or some ham in my greens
I don't want it like a crease in my jeans
Cause we all know that y'all life ain't as cool as y'all want it to seem
[Hook x2]
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up, when I grow up