Grow Up

I ain’t picking that phone Everyday it’s something new I’m tired of hearing about you and the ridiculous things you do They are thinking that you’re out of surprises but I have my doubts You think they’d know you lie by the panic in your eyes Oh, I can’t follow your logic—I just know you don’t care Unless it’s about you, and you, and what you wear Oh, I love ya, but grow up, nuh uh, shut up Misbehaving ain’t cute, misbehaving ain’t cute Misbehaving ain’t new—it’s old Aren’t you ashamed that your grown yet you haven’t changed You’re grown but you’re not grown up Don't need yours, I’ve got my problems Yeah, I might be little rude—a little cruel—but look at you I’ll tell you what’s on my mind, though I know you will be inclined to hate me forever And you can hate me forever Oh, I can’t follow your logic—I just know you don’t care Unless it’s about you, and you, and what you wear I love ya, but grow up, nuh uh, shut up Misbehaving ain’t cute, misbehaving ain’t cute Misbehaving ain’t new, it’s old Aren’t you ashamed that your grown yet you haven’t changed If you’re grown up, even just a little, pick your phone up, talk to me a little There’s no avoiding it, can’t take no more of that shit If you keep making your bed that way it won’t be me you hate Oh, I can’t follow your logic—I just know you don’t care Unless it’s about you, and you, and what you wear Oh, I love ya, but grow up, nuh uh, shut up Misbehaving ain’t cute, misbehaving ain’t cute Misbehaving ain’t new, it’s old Aren’t you ashamed that your grown yet you haven’t changed