Andy Grammer Lyrics

Andy Grammer Grown Ass Man Child Lyrics

I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler

Wife was the light of my life, but we fight

‘Cause she backseat drives like no other

Yo, and I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 32

So a couple hairs gray in the mirror yesterday

But I’m still enjoying the view

This is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh

I said, this is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh

I pay the bills, I make deals

But I still know how to get wild

‘Cause I’m a grown-ass man

I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand

I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

I know a little too much now

I look but don’t touch now

Young enough to fly, old enough to realize

The sky got nothing on the ground

I’m not afraid to be a human

Know my flaws and I use them

Been through the fire and I burned out fine

But I cry with the right type of music

This is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh

I said, this is what it feels like, whoa oh oh oh oh

I pay the bills, I make deals

But I still know how to get wild

‘Cause I’m a grown-ass man

I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand

I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

I’ll have a second bowl of Oreo a la mode

Watching my favorite show, rocking custom socks and boxers

Flash Pass at Six Flags, I’m a master Monopoly badass

Loser grows a mustache and must wear it to her parents (No)

I’m a grown-ass man child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

I’m Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand

I’m a grown-ass man child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Child, baby (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Child, mama (Whoa oh oh oh oh)

Belated kid in a Mercedes-Benz

I’m a grown-ass man child