Child lyrics

If Im'ma fly while looking in the eyes of someone I love

And laugh with a friend while I secretly drank and fly

Should I take a baby, Should a take a life what a life this is world, no no

And hide while the bill collector is standing by my door

Worry, of the fall of the stock exchange

Worship, only money and worldly things

Sellout, my friends for wealth and fame

Listen, listen

As I sit here and think a while

Why I don't want to grow up, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child (child, child, child)

If I'm a slave on a job for years just to leave when I retire

And rush through traffic to be there in time for fear I'll be fired

On side with my wife, if our unborn child shouldn't live, oh now

And keep up with the Jones and try to get everything they got

As I sit here and think a while (And think a while)

Why I don't wanna grow up, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child

Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child