Grow Up Later [Version 3]

[Verse 1] Mom said, “find a job,” I said, “wait, find me first.” Dad said, “you’ll regret it,” I said, “could be worse.” Everyone’s a prophet with their maps for my life, But I’d rather dance barefoot on the edge of a knife. They talk about “normal,” like it’s a place with a sign. I just fold their map, ’cause none of it’s mine. If life’s a checklist, I lost the pen somewhere… Or maybe it broke, who knows — I’ll try again tomorrow, somewhere. [Pre-Chorus] All their voices blend, a buzzing that won’t end. They want me still, they want me tame, But I was never built to play that game. [Chorus] Grow up later, burn out never, Call me crazy — I call it clever. If the world’s on fire, I’ll roast my sins, Sing too loud, grinning with stupid grins. Grow up later, keep the spark, We light the dark, leave our mark. You play it safe, I play pretend — Not growing up, not even at the end. [Verse 2] They say, “grow up, get a life, stay in line,” But I built my own empire out of broken signs. Every rule they wrote, I bent or burned, Every “lesson” I learned got a bridge overturned. Chaos? Sure, but it’s mine. I walk through the fog, and somehow find my design. Their circle is tight — I slip out the seam, No blueprint fits, but I redraw the dream. [Pre-Chorus] All their voices blend, a buzzing that won’t end. They want me still, they want me tame, But I was never built to play that game. [Chorus] Grow up later, burn out never, Call me crazy — I call it clever. If the world’s on fire, I’ll roast my sins, Sing too loud, grinning with stupid grins. Grow up later, keep the spark, We light the dark, leave our mark. You play it safe, I play pretend — Not growing up, not even at the end. [Verse 3] “Focus… discipline… plan your future!” Yeah, sure. I’m stuck in a loop, like a scratched record. Clock ticking like a sneezy old alarm. Then something breaks through — this fire, this noise, this… energy. I rip pages before I read ’em. Write sideways, upside down, spin in circles. Call me misfit, call me trouble — I exist. I breathe louder than all their lists. Every leash they throw turns into a splinter. I bite, I break, I spit it out. Better to burn loud than die polite. If it burns — I run in. Gasoline blood, a little poison in the rhyme. I don’t chase dreams — I kick the door down, till it opens and I fall through. [Bridge] Maybe I’ll fly wrong, maybe I’ll fall deep. Doesn’t matter — I mostly laugh while I’m falling. Every scar a stamp, every crash a sound. “No” just means: next round, new ground. [Final Chorus] Grow up later, burn out never, Call me crazy — I call it clever. If the world’s on fire, I’ll roast my sins, Sing too loud, stupid grin and all. Grow up later, keep the spark, We light the dark, leave our mark. You grow up if you have to — Me? I just leave it, stay in the glow. [Outro] Later. Maybe. Or never. That’s fine.