Saint Mora - Growing Pains Lyrics

I’ve got that summertime sadness
Chaos giving me the madness
Trying to be my own fascist
Before I go fucking batshit
Got these growing pains
I cannot afford to pass it
Because I’m a fucking savage
Even if I can’t realize it
Living life, not super lavish
Just trying to stay out of caskets
Cause I’m finished with the fuckshit
All the bull shit, all the toughness cause
I miss my mom and
Time for my self’s gone and
And I can’t help but feel bad
Cause every time she sees me She says
Listen come see me cause I’m missing you clearly
Listen, it is my Intention to visit
Ride with me if your not Busy
I’ll do the dishes, after business
It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
Brain scattered, heart shattered
But it doesn’t even matter
Gotta be, a machine to keep working
Not healthy but I don’t care
Money stacking everywhere
Lungs is burning out the air
Trees burning up my fears
I tell people you were my boyfriend when I’m not sure you really are
Silly boy, passive aggressive kisses will not get you very far
With me or my intuition as I walk this lonely boulevard
So either give me all you’ve got or speed off on your jaguar
I knew something was up, I knew from the start that you were tethered
Didn’t even have to tell me
Third eye, I sensed a scarlet letter
Didn’t need to see a ring
I could feel it in the weather
I stayed under lock and key
So if the shit goes wrong it will be severed
Been hurt too many times
Protection feels better
Gotta stay light on my feet
Lighter than a feather because
It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
So there’s my heart, it’s on a sleeve
So take the key or leave me be
‘Cause I said what I meant and meant what I said
So we can drift apart or better yet
Let’s lay in bed and just forget all the other shit
Call me baby, then all the lovey shit
Got I’m craving it on some cuddle shit
Got me loving it
Invisible said it best, my beliefs are founded in the truth that I live
Keep talking shit but I stay loyal to the truth that i give
Keep on making these connections just to break it
Call me Brexit, miscommunication, missing message
Don’t fake a feeling, learn your lesson
I surrender, I’m from outer space
Stop talking to me, there is a time and place
Stop me on the streets, what you gotta say?
Oh, I’m on my way
(On my way)
Tell ‘em just wait
(Just tell ‘em wait)
Imma be a late
(Imma be a little late)
Half past 8
Cause It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
Bill collectors blowing up my phone
Since I put my money on a prepaid card
I don’t link shit to my bank accounts
Cause when it’s time to pay, they wanna overcharge
I got interests rates that’s out the ass
Cause my credits new so my score is bad
And it’s slowly raising but not fast enough
Trying to get a place but ain’t got no stuff
Don’t tell me about getting up
Don’t talk to me about growing up
Work a cashier job and I’m good at math
Making minim wage and its kinda trash
Especially in LA, where the place is packed
Cause we pay to much but don’t make enough
The food kinda sucks unless you pay enough
High economy, but not great enough
Can’t get nowhere without paying up
Gotta save it up ‘fore debt raises up
Miss my friends, but I’m over them
Call Jada, Kim, Darryana, Linds
Go to Kai’s place, pull in the whip
Play smash bro’s rip a heavy hit
No time for it, missing summer shit
Like high school with the surfer kids
Miss my old friends it’s a bummer, shit
Gotta stress it out, gotta flex it out
Cause if I don’t then I get the run around
Then all over again, I gotta run around
Nigga sound it out, I think I found it now
(Sheesh)

I’ve got that summertime sadness
Chaos giving me the madness
Trying to be my own fascist
Before I go fucking batshit
Got these growing pains
I cannot afford to pass it
Because I’m a fucking savage
Even if I can’t realize it
Living life, not super lavish
Just trying to stay out of caskets
Cause I’m finished with the fuckshit
All the bull shit, all the toughness cause
I miss my mom and
Time for my self’s gone and
And I can’t help but feel bad
Cause every time she sees me She says
Listen come see me cause I’m missing you clearly
Listen, it is my Intention to visit
Ride with me if your not Busy
I’ll do the dishes, after business
It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
Brain scattered, heart shattered
But it doesn’t even matter
Gotta be, a machine to keep working
Not healthy but I don’t care
Money stacking everywhere
Lungs is burning out the air
Trees burning up my fears
I tell people you were my boyfriend when I’m not sure you really are
Silly boy, passive aggressive kisses will not get you very far
With me or my intuition as I walk this lonely boulevard
So either give me all you’ve got or speed off on your jaguar
I knew something was up, I knew from the start that you were tethered
Didn’t even have to tell me
Third eye, I sensed a scarlet letter
Didn’t need to see a ring
I could feel it in the weather
I stayed under lock and key
So if the shit goes wrong it will be severed
Been hurt too many times
Protection feels better
Gotta stay light on my feet
Lighter than a feather because
It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
So there’s my heart, it’s on a sleeve
So take the key or leave me be
‘Cause I said what I meant and meant what I said
So we can drift apart or better yet
Let’s lay in bed and just forget all the other shit
Call me baby, then all the lovey shit
Got I’m craving it on some cuddle shit
Got me loving it
Invisible said it best, my beliefs are founded in the truth that I live
Keep talking shit but I stay loyal to the truth that i give
Keep on making these connections just to break it
Call me Brexit, miscommunication, missing message
Don’t fake a feeling, learn your lesson
I surrender, I’m from outer space
Stop talking to me, there is a time and place
Stop me on the streets, what you gotta say?
Oh, I’m on my way
(On my way)
Tell ‘em just wait
(Just tell ‘em wait)
Imma be a late
(Imma be a little late)
Half past 8
Cause It’s hard adjusting to growing pains
Bill collectors blowing up my phone
Since I put my money on a prepaid card
I don’t link shit to my bank accounts
Cause when it’s time to pay, they wanna overcharge
I got interests rates that’s out the ass
Cause my credits new so my score is bad
And it’s slowly raising but not fast enough
Trying to get a place but ain’t got no stuff
Don’t tell me about getting up
Don’t talk to me about growing up
Work a cashier job and I’m good at math
Making minim wage and its kinda trash
Especially in LA, where the place is packed
Cause we pay to much but don’t make enough
The food kinda sucks unless you pay enough
High economy, but not great enough
Can’t get nowhere without paying up
Gotta save it up ‘fore debt raises up
Miss my friends, but I’m over them
Call Jada, Kim, Darryana, Linds
Go to Kai’s place, pull in the whip
Play smash bro’s rip a heavy hit
No time for it, missing summer shit
Like high school with the surfer kids
Miss my old friends it’s a bummer, shit
Gotta stress it out, gotta flex it out
Cause if I don’t then I get the run around
Then all over again, I gotta run around
Nigga sound it out, I think I found it now
(Sheesh)