Blow Up - Sammy Adams
I’ve been workin’ all night, man
What’s a young kid gotta do to blow up
This life’s becoming somethin’ i can’t stand
Tell those people go home i don’t wanna grow up
I drank too much again last night, damn
Woke up with a hangover time to roll up
Been workin’ so hard can’t they understand,
So many kids like me, we just wanna blow up,
blow up, blow up, blow up,
Blow up, blow up
Yeah, we just wanna blow up
I just wanna prove a teacher wrong
Tell them that my own degree
didn’t help me write a song
Only payin’ attention of the girl
with the thong, and the skirt so short
It’s like she barely has a lawn
And uh, sick of hearin’
bout my alcohol abuses and makin’ up extravagant
Excuses, they’re useless
So deuces to the classroom,
welcome to your dreams that made you without a
Major, homie, welcome to the team
I’ve been workin’ all ni