| I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler
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| Wife was the light of my life, but we fight
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| 'Cause she backseat drives like no other
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| Yo, and I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 32
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| So a couple hairs gray in the mirror yesterday
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| But I’m still enjoying the view
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| This is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh
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| I said, this is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh
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| I pay the bills, I make deals
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| But I still know how to get wild
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| 'Cause I’m a grown-ass man
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| I know a little too much now
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| I look but don’t touch now
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| Young enough to fly, old enough to realize
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| The sky got nothing on the ground
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| I’m not afraid to be a human
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| Know my flaws and I use them
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| Been through the fire and I burned out fine
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| But I cry with the right type of music
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| This is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh
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| I said, this is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh
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| I pay the bills, I make deals
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| But I still know how to get wild
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| 'Cause I’m a grown-ass man
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| I’ll have a second bowl of Oreo a la mode
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| Watching my favorite show, rocking custom socks and boxers
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| Flash Pass at Six Flags, I’m a master Monopoly badass
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| Loser grows a mustache and must wear it to her parents (No)
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand
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| I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)
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| Belated kid in a Mercedes-Benz
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| I’m a grown-ass man child |