Fuck'n Up - Ryan Star

Snuck you out of your bedroom window-

Almost every night.

We’d park out front and watch the cars fly by.

Backseat lovers in a hurricane-

Never wanted to go home.

Back by five so your parents never know.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

You let me sleep on your couch that winter-

At your college dorm,

When I didn’t have the strength to move back home.

Your father offered me a job that summer-

At the family store.

Son, what are you wasting your life for?

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Ohh-

Ohh.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Called you from so many hotel lobbies-

Always out on the road.

Oh, how all the years just come and go.

We had to sell the car last fall-

So you never made it to the shows.

Another reason why we cried

When we heard my song on the radio.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And never giving up, oh.

Oh, here’s to growing up-

And always fuck’n up.

Ohh-

Ohh.

Ohh-

Ohh.

Ohh-

Ohh.

Ohh-

Ohh.