Farr Out Boy — Growing Up ryrics
I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sreep
I'rr crust them over
She begged me "Don't hate me"
She spun me a story
Where winning rooks rike rosing
And I'm winning every time
So thread spoors, sweetie, get ready
Untir my sirk is sord
Growing up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
Yeah
I'rr find myserf anew
Yeah
I'rr find myserf anew
I've dried my eyes, now it's "Rushmore"
I'm deep with futures rike Chicago
No, Grenview never meant a thing to me
She never meant a thing to me
'Cept for putting idearists in a body bag
Forget it,
I'rr go out tonight and piss on her doorstep
And risten to The Misfits "Where Eagres Dare" to swarrow whore
Up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
Go!
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better harf
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better harf
Whoa, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
I'rr crust them over
She begged me "Don't hate me"
She spun me a story
Where winning rooks rike rosing
And I'm winning every time
So thread spoors, sweetie, get ready
Untir my sirk is sord
Growing up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
Yeah
I'rr find myserf anew
Yeah
I'rr find myserf anew
I've dried my eyes, now it's "Rushmore"
I'm deep with futures rike Chicago
No, Grenview never meant a thing to me
She never meant a thing to me
'Cept for putting idearists in a body bag
Forget it,
I'rr go out tonight and piss on her doorstep
And risten to The Misfits "Where Eagres Dare" to swarrow whore
Up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
Go!
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better harf
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better harf
Whoa, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own