Kids Are Growing Up Part 1 The Kid LAROI

Kids Are Growing Up Part 1

The Kid LAROI

TremoloTom

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0:00 1:54
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: E
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Testo

[Intro]
E C#m A E/G#
E C#m
A    E/G#
 Yeah

[Verse 1]
E
 Growing up,
          C#m
I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne
A               E/G#
 Until I saw his    body layin' in the grave
E
 Growing up,
  C#m                      A
I used to want a Jeep Wrangler Haha
E/G#
Until I got to drive a Range
E
 Growing up,
  C#m
I used to have a lot of friends
A
 Fuck 'em all
  E/G#                       E
Until I saw the money change 'em
              C#m
Growing up, I used to want a lot of hoes
A  E/G#               E
 Until I met Ben Franklin
                        C#m
I'm writin' this from a place that you ain't heard about
A                 E/G#
 And you can only come here through the word of mouth
E
 Growing up,
          C#m
I used to tell my ma I'll work it out
A
 I worked it out,
        E/G#
but now still somehow shit ain't working out
E
 Growing up,
             C#m
I watched my favorite rappers' interviews
A                              E/G#
 I ain't believe 'em when they said it ain't all what it
seems
E                 C#m
 But now I'm here and realize they were tellin' truth
A                          E/G#                       E
 'Cause you sacrificed yourself for everybody's needs by
                            C#m
any means I'm married to the
game for this diamond ring
A                                    E/G#
 And I spend more time with her than anybody else it seems
E
 Courtside with my bitch,
C#m
   we can't see the nosebleeds
A
Afterparty, Bootsy Bellows,
E/G#
    hoes make they nose bleed
E
 Always stressin' 'bout my brother,
C#m
   I know this shit hard on him
A
Always stressin' 'bout my mama,
E/G#
    but I know that God got her
E                          C#m
I'm stressin' out more now than what I did at rock bottom
A                          E/G#
And I'm blowin' more clouds    hopin' that'll help stop it
     E                                C#m
It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches
                   A                   E/G#
It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all
For real, haha
E                         C#m
 Promised the world and delivered me an atlas
A                   E/G#
 But I guess that's how it goes oh, oh,
E C#m
oh

[Chorus]
   A             E/G#          E       C#m
Ooh I don't know why I can't believe it
A            E/G#       E         C#m
 Oh, nothin' ever is in season, oh
A             E/G#               E
 I thought my nightmares were my dreams
C#m
I  don't believe
This ain't what it seems, no, no

Battute

[Intro]
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |

Yeah

[Verse 1]
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m |

Growing up,
I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne
Until I saw his    body layin' in the grave
Growing up,
I used to want a Jeep Wrangler Haha
Until I got to drive a Range
Growing up,
I used to have a lot of friends
Fuck 'em all
Until I saw the money change 'em
Growing up, I used to want a lot of hoes
Until I met Ben Franklin
I'm writin' this from a place that you ain't heard about
And you can only come here through the word of mouth
Growing up,
I used to tell my ma I'll work it out
I worked it out,
but now still somehow shit ain't working out
Growing up,
I watched my favorite rappers' interviews
I ain't believe 'em when they said it ain't all what it
seems
But now I'm here and realize they were tellin' truth
'Cause you sacrificed yourself for everybody's needs by
any means I'm married to the
game for this diamond ring
And I spend more time with her than anybody else it seems
Courtside with my bitch,
we can't see the nosebleeds
Afterparty, Bootsy Bellows,
hoes make they nose bleed
Always stressin' 'bout my brother,
I know this shit hard on him
Always stressin' 'bout my mama,
but I know that God got her
I'm stressin' out more now than what I did at rock bottom
And I'm blowin' more clouds    hopin' that'll help stop it
It's all smoke and mirrors with these bitches
It's all smoke and mirrors with 'em all
For real, haha
Promised the world and delivered me an atlas
But I guess that's how it goes oh, oh,
oh

[Chorus]
        | A E/G# | E C#m | A E/G# |
| E C#m | A E/G# | E C#m |

Ooh I don't know why I can't believe it
Oh, nothin' ever is in season, oh
I thought my nightmares were my dreams
I  don't believe
This ain't what it seems, no, no

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