The Kid LAROI - KIDS ARE GROWING UP: Guitar Chords

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Growing up I used to wanna be my Uncle Wayne
A                G#m                       E
Until I saw his body layin' in the grave (Rest
in peace)
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Growing up I used to want a Jeep Wrangler (Haha)
  G#m                   E
Until I got to drive a Range
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Growing up I used to have a lot of friends
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Until I saw the money change 'em
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Growing up I used to want a lot of hoes
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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 (That's real)
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 (Real shit)
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

Chorus:
E C#m A             G#m           E       C#m
Ooh,  I don't know why I can't believe it (Oh, yeah)
A           G#m         B         C#m
Oh, nothin' ever is in season, oh (Ooh)
A            G#m                  E
I thought my nightmares were my dreams
C#m
(Ooh, I don't believe)
      A             G#m
This ain't what it seems now, no

Hey Charlton, been tryin' to call
It's Mum
Just wanted to check up and say, "I miss you"
Call me back when you get a chance
Love you

We been to hell and back together,
you're my closest friend (Uh)
Shit, you probably know me better than
I know myself, and you're the reason why
I never rest
I walk into the crib, high as hell,
head full of stress
I love you even though sometimes I forget to text
I'd give everything even if it means
I have nothing left
And even at your worst, for us, you tried your best
And all this shit that we went through together,
I just won't forget
You check me when I spend lots of money that I make
You tell me you won't ever let me make
the same mistakes
You makin' sure we had it good, and then
we lost it all
A year later, hidin' narcotics in the wall
Of the apartment we was livin' in, in King's Cross
Always thought my uncle was a boss
But now he up with God, I thought he was invincible
Ninth grade, turned around and said,
"Fuck my principal", and dropped out
And this was at the time that we ain't have a house
And me and you was sleepin' on
the separate ends of Louie's couch
I would go to JD's to make music,
end up passing out and wake up with my back sore
Callin', tryna figure out just where you at
Shit made me mad
Seein' you in the back of
the ambulance, to the hospital
I thought you weren't comin' back
Next mornin', walked in just like nothing happened
You'd never admit the problems that you had
And tell me that I'm bein' crazy if I ever asked
But now I got my own problems, and I understand
'Cause I try to protect you from anything bad
(I understand)

Chorus


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