[Verse 1] Green apple kid with a chip on my lip, too sour to swallow, too stubborn to quit. I’d crack at the core every time I got pressed, acting like I didn’t care — yeah, I cared, I confess. [Pre Chorus] I was wired, tired, always on guard, pretending being unripe made me hard. [Chorus] Now I’m a red apple, sweeter than planned, still a little bruised but I’m taking a stand. Didn’t think I’d mellow, didn’t think I’d grow, but I’m biting into hope — and it’s starting to show. [Verse 2] I kicked at the walls just to hear them shake, blamed the whole damn world for every mistake. Now I’m laughing at how tight I used to be, guess even sour kids want to feel free. [Pre Chorus] I was wired, tired, always on guard, pretending being unripe made me hard. [Final Chorus] Now I’m a red apple, sweeter than planned, still a little bruised but I’m taking a stand. Didn’t think I’d mellow, didn’t think I’d grow, but I’m biting into hope — and it’s starting to show.
