Verse 1: Just a punk kid from Bing Town, Ridin' my board, cruisin' around, Parents on my back, like a heavy chain, Grades, college, it’s all the same. Dad’s yellin’, “Get your act together!” But I just wanna feel this summer forever. Hangin’ with my friends, that’s all I need, Skateboard wheels and feelin' free. Pre-Chorus: Dad says, "Think 'bout your future, kid," But I'm still searchin' for where I fit. Ingrid’s stories of the Norway wild, Make me feel like a carefree child. Chorus: Why can't I just be a kid? Sick of all this grown-up shit. Molly’s paintin' walls with me, Ingrid’s campin' under trees. Cynthia’s laugh, it’s like a song, Boys are gross and this world’s all wrong. Verse 2: Cynthia’s laugh, it’s like a song, Even if she’s rich and I don’t belong, Molly’s got that badass streak, Graffiti queen, we rule the streets. Ingrid’s tales of the Norway wild, Can’t help but feel like I’m still a child, But Mei went missin', it’s all messed up, This town’s gone crazy, it’s just our luck. Pre-Chorus: Mom’s distant, like she don’t care, Dad’s stressin’, pullin’ out his hair. Talkin' 'bout grades and SATs, While I just wanna live and be free. Chorus: Why can't I just be a kid? Sick of all this grown-up shit. Molly’s paintin' walls with me, Ingrid’s campin' under trees. Cynthia’s laugh, it’s like a song, Boys are gross and this world’s all wrong. Bridge: Parents’ voices, always there, Future plans, like I even care, Life’s a mess, I need a break, Skateboard wheels and an open space. Verse 3: Got this town all mapped out in my mind, Every alley, every street, a place to unwind. Skatin' past the school, past the park, Under streetlights, after dark. Ingrid’s got the wild, got the tales, Molly’s got the paint, never fails. Cynthia’s got the looks, got the fame, But deep down, she's just the same. Chorus: Why can't I just be a kid? Sick of all this grown-up shit. Molly’s paintin' walls with me, Ingrid’s campin' under trees. Cynthia’s laugh, it’s like a song, Boys are gross and this world’s all wrong. Outro: So here's to freedom, here's to us, Skateboards, friends, and zero fuss, One day I'll get outta this place, But for now, I’ll just ride and chase. Refrain: Why can't I just be a kid? Sick of all this grown-up shit. Bing Town’s crazy, life’s a mess, But with my board, I’m at my best. Final Chorus: Why can't I just be a kid? (yeah) Sick of all this grown-up shit. (alright) Molly’s paintin' walls with me, (yeah) Ingrid’s campin' under trees. (she is) Cynthia’s laugh, it’s like a song, (whoa-oh) Boys are gross and this world’s all wrong. (all wrong) Final Outro: So here's to freedom, here's to us, Skateboards, friends, and zero fuss, One day I'll get outta this place, But for now, I’ll just ride and chase. Personal Note: Braces on my teeth, they call me 'Braces', Hated it at first, now it embraces. I'm just a kid, finding my way, Skateboard wheels, take me away.
