[Verse 1: Domo]
This life is a game, if you wanna play, counting all your own mistakes
Living it with no delay, so fast I'm getting growing pains

Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane, all the problems come with my growing age
Blowing haze, tryna clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain

I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden, let desire rekindle the flame
Searching for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain


[Bridge]
Bring in the horns, you hear that $#&@ing brass?

That's little boy ^!$$% with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve but his hand carry muskets

Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motha$#&@ Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick

So think before you blink and "Aye-Aye" make $$#umptions

[Hook]

^!$$%s! (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
^!$$%s is coming! (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)


[Verse 2: Tyler]
They want a story - a story? I write the %#@!
That I find very amusing cause all the other $#&@in' stories are boring

It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these $#&@ers, so you will find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing

But it will come from experiences and %#@! I see touring
I'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really ^^&$#*, from watching this !@$^.. nope, but


[Bridge] + [Hook]


[Interlude]
5, 4, 3, 2, and where's Tyler?


[Verse 3: Tyler]
Bottom of the countdown, %#@! ain't been the same
Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow

Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth $#&@er
That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle

With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow
Still suicidal, but some $$#ume that I'm cool now
Cause I got a $#&@in' award in my own room now

Nope, but I can flip %#@! like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vow
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so

So, don't let that little ^!$$% trumpet lose sound, just let him play