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This is for them 20s somethings Time really moves fast, you were just sixteen This is for them 30s somethings That didn't turn out exactly how your mom and dad wanted you to be This is for them 40s somethings Well raise up your glass and laugh like a... This is for them 50s somethings Hey, you're halfway there, baby take it to the head Mom and dad, tryna have a word Said the world is just too big for a little girl Eyes wide open, came to see I had my first heels by the age of 13 Mom and dad, tryna have the boys I swear that just make them want me more At 14, they asked what I wanna be, I said baby 21, so I get me a drink I'm not a teacher, babe But I can teach you something Not a preacher But we can pray if you wanna Ain't a doctor But I can make you feel better But I'm great at writing these sick love letters I'm a freak, all day, all night Letras de cancionesHot, tap, sway Boy out of sight And I'm crazy, all day, all night Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life... This is for them pretty somethings Living in a fastlane, see you when you crash babe This is for them sexy somethings That body can't always get ya out of everything This is for them bitter somethings Stop living in regret, baby, it's not over yet And this is for them [?] somethings That's high old life, baby, put me on your flight I'm not a teacher, babe But I can teach you something Not a preacher But we can pray if you wanna Ain't a doctor But I can make you feel better But I'm great at writing these sick love letters I'm a freak, all day, all night Hot, tap, sway Boy out of sight And I'm crazy, all day, all night Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life... You know it costs to be the boss One day you'll run the town For now make your life what you decide Baby, party til the fire mashes, shuts this sucker down I'm not a teacher, babe But I can teach you something Not a preacher But we can pray if you wanna Ain't a doctor But I can make you feel better But I'm great at writing these sick love letters I'm a freak, all day, all night Hot, tap, sway Boy out of sight And I'm crazy, all day, all night Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life... oh oh oh There's not a real way to live this... for real Just remember stay... oh yeah, oh yeah Don't stop running until it's finished It's up to you, the rest is unwritten From Letras Mania