Dumbfoundead - Peter Pan Complex lyrics
[Dumbfoundead - Peter Pan Complex lyrics]
I always had me a good laugh at school
A class clown with a whole pack of Kools
What can I say? That's what bad kids do
A latch-key child that
Brought rappers through
Now I'm up in the office, wearing shackles
Boo
At the water cooler, wanting to act a fool
I don't wanna turn the page to chapter two
Let's go back to youth cause
The past was cool
But, I hate to admit that it's over now
The place is filled with a much older crowd
Grab a shot of good liquor, put the soda down
Cats pull out straps, no one throws it down
I remember rapping, having loads of fun
All my friends at the
Project Blowed was young
Now most of us only kick flows for funds
Paying bills became hard to overcome
I got a Peter Pan complex
And I don't wanna grow up, grow up, grow up
No, no, no if I give up my youth
Now just consider me dead
Me dead, me dead, me dead, yeah, yeah
They tell me I'm immature and I yell at them
"So what?", "So what?", "So what?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It seems harder to let go the older I get
I get, I get (ha, ha, ha)
I remember being a prodigy
I'm not special anymore
There's a lot of me's
Younger cats that are way more promising
This kind of thing, shouldn't bother me
But as you grow you start to think
Like 'Am I too old to follow dreams?'
Every day I hope that time will freeze
But the clock ain't broke
It winds with speed
You think about marriage, diamond rings
You think about carriage, a child, his needs
But, I'm busy dreaming the lifestyle of kings
Falling dollars, colored olive green
Never really got into the college scene
A semester turned into an autumn fling
Most of ya'll are scared to fall it seems
Go ahead, let out your inner child and scream
Wrinkles might form on our physical frame
But age is a number, my mental remains
I'm still entertained by the simple and plain
The summer, the fall, the winter, and spring
The older I get, the younger I feel
I still believe in that one-in-a-mil
Got sand on the beach and a castle to build
I've seen it myself and monsters are real
A class clown with a whole pack of Kools
What can I say? That's what bad kids do
A latch-key child that
Brought rappers through
Now I'm up in the office, wearing shackles
Boo
At the water cooler, wanting to act a fool
I don't wanna turn the page to chapter two
Let's go back to youth cause
The past was cool
But, I hate to admit that it's over now
The place is filled with a much older crowd
Grab a shot of good liquor, put the soda down
Cats pull out straps, no one throws it down
I remember rapping, having loads of fun
All my friends at the
Project Blowed was young
Now most of us only kick flows for funds
Paying bills became hard to overcome
I got a Peter Pan complex
And I don't wanna grow up, grow up, grow up
No, no, no if I give up my youth
Now just consider me dead
Me dead, me dead, me dead, yeah, yeah
They tell me I'm immature and I yell at them
"So what?", "So what?", "So what?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It seems harder to let go the older I get
I get, I get (ha, ha, ha)
I remember being a prodigy
I'm not special anymore
There's a lot of me's
Younger cats that are way more promising
This kind of thing, shouldn't bother me
But as you grow you start to think
Like 'Am I too old to follow dreams?'
Every day I hope that time will freeze
But the clock ain't broke
It winds with speed
You think about marriage, diamond rings
You think about carriage, a child, his needs
But, I'm busy dreaming the lifestyle of kings
Falling dollars, colored olive green
Never really got into the college scene
A semester turned into an autumn fling
Most of ya'll are scared to fall it seems
Go ahead, let out your inner child and scream
Wrinkles might form on our physical frame
But age is a number, my mental remains
I'm still entertained by the simple and plain
The summer, the fall, the winter, and spring
The older I get, the younger I feel
I still believe in that one-in-a-mil
Got sand on the beach and a castle to build
I've seen it myself and monsters are real