Growing Pains - Classified

Getting all these thoughts in my head

Cause I know that things will change

Yeah I know that things will change

Getting all these thoughts in my head

Cause Tomorrow won’t be the same

But tomorrow won’t be the same

I pull up to the traffic light, red light, coasting

Glancing the rear view as your eyelids slowly closing

Adjust the radio turn it lower and let your song play

Slowly go to sleep get some rest it’s been a long day

I don’t need too much I just want to make my kids proud

Wishing that her life can stay as peaceful as it is now

Nothing stays the same though, day in to day out

The forecast changes so you got to keep your raincoat close

I hope that you and your sister can work through the bruises and blisters

The sibling rivalry when you argue and bicker

Lot of pain lot of joy

You’ll go through what I went through with her

Ain’t nothing to it if you keep your family rooted, ughh

Don’t grow up too quick

Enjoy the freedom when you’re young before you lose it

You already trying to tell me that you a big girl

I’m scared as hell to let my little baby grow up in this big world

I will be asking where you’re going who’s your friends what you up to

Over protective but that don’t mean I don’t trust you

I just don’t trust everybody you go party with

I’ve been in your position baby girl I know how hard it is

And I know that you won’t agree with my rules

Probably around the time you attending high school

I’ll tell ya don’t smoke, don’t drink, or buy booze

You’ll say that I’m a hypocrite cause I do it and get high too

But do you really wanna look and feel like I do?

At your age you don’t want to walk in my shoes

Get up your marks get up your smarts get up your IQ

The real party it don’t start until after high school

So don’t stress who’s popular and less dressed

Forget the peer pressure ain’t no one to impress

Besides everyone in high school who seem cool

That’s it;

they usually never see their dreams through

There’s so many right and wrongs when you raise a kid

I just want that father and daughter relationship

I know in time, that we’ll argue and you’ll hate me

But I pray to god you’ll thank me

Like dad I’m glad you raised me