Yeah, my mother cleans houses, dad works at a bank Curse of that is people think my life is perfect, it ain't Hurts me to say I felt I wasn't what they urged me to be I was never what my brother was, I learned right away At 10 I wrote my first song At 12 recorded it all It felt important at first "But honey Morgan, That's false. You gotta go to your room. Say prayers while holding your palms. Forget this music it's through. Don't think you're getting involved." But mom, I'm older, it's cool Don't wanna go by your rules I'm just a fucking outcast And no one knows me at school I don't smoke, I don't drink Don't wanna grow to be you Just let me go, I'm OK Be back to show you the proof
Let me try Let me grow Let me live But you won't Let me go Let me go
Step aside Let me show I can drive Down this road Let me go Let me go
I was 16 when I performed my first show No one came with except the homie that drove "Fuck it, we're going alone" Go off stage, not a text on my phone No "Congrats", no "We're proud" No one to tell me I'm dope 18 I moved out to school I brought my notebook to write Hoping to jot a song a day and then record it at night My parents told me I was finished "You won't tour in your life. You ain't bringing a thing to college. Not a cord or a mic." But mom, I'm older, it's fine Fuck all these homework assignments I've been dreaming of this But I ain't closing my eyes I don't smoke, I don't drink I'm in my dorm every night Just let me go, I'm OK Be back at home when it's time
Let me try Let me grow Let me live But you won't Let me go Let me go
Step aside Let me show I can drive Down this road Let me go Let me go
At 19 I lost hope, moved back to my moms I took a couple classes still just to have when I want I tried everything I knew. Every rap, every song But nothing worked and no one saw the vision that I had brought I checked my Twitter at noon on lunch break at my shift I read "I'm going on tour who should I take along with" I told my fans "This is it. Tweet him back, I'm the shit" The next day I got an email that I was picked I fucking told you mom I'm never coming back here Touring 50 states in 60 days with Blackbear Now I'm playing shows at 22 and I have fans here Next year I'll be home, hope I see you and dad there, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
