Grow Up

Yeah...
I butchered this song for all you grown folks out there
Over 35 still livin' on their mama's couch in the basement,
for no other reason than your lazy ass never grew up,
cussin' her out under your breath 'cause she wants some rent...  This one's for you

(sung to the tune of R. Kelly's Feelin On Your Bootie)

(chorus)
This song's all about you
no doubt
'Cause you're 36 still livin in
your mama's house
And you mad you got a curfew,
living with no duties,
got no job to speak of,
but sittin' on your booty

(Verse 1)
Hey freeloader how you doin'
see you got your money ready for the weekend
When I ask you how much you got on the food
you say loan me a $20 and I got you

you ain't gettin paid
can't blame the economy
cause you ain't had a job
since you were 23

repeat chorus 2x

(Verse 2)
now your parents ain't feelin like spending
all that money to fumigate the room you live in
you don't clean up your dishes or your refuse
and now you brought them roaches and some rats, too

you don't wash your ass
too busy watchin TV
and taking every survey
that comes out on FB

repeat chorus 2x

Now if you're movin' out, put your hands up
If you're payin' bills, put your hands up
And if you got some cash, put your hands up
You got a new job, then put your hands up

you ain't gettin paid
can't blame the economy
cause you ain't had a job
Feels so good say it again

you ain't gettin paid
can't blame the economy
cause you ain't had a job
since you were 23

repeat chorus

Get your ass a job
move out your mom's
Get off of Facebook
Get off of your booty, your booty
your booty, booty
get off of your booty, your booty
your booty, booty
booty, booty
booty booty booty booty
booty booty booty

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