#Grownupz

Originally August 25, 2014 on FEiN Times (Issue #1) with B-side Monay Grabba. Track five on Little Homes (May 31, 2016), after Outro. SoundCloud · official music video. Walton/Woodward co-write. This was the viral single: BMI reports it hit Spotify’s U.S. Viral 50 at #4 and passed half a million streams across services by September 2016, released ahead of the full LP. Post-Little Homes, LOVED (2017) became the duo’s biggest track overall (~9M Spotify).

B-side: Monay Grabba.

FEiN Times (Issue #1)‘s Recording Journal (Aug 2014) names money as the inaugural theme and pairs this song with Monay Grabba: imperialism on the B-side, a pill-poppin, jump-jumpin trust-fund baby that doesn’t wanna grow up anyway on the A. Written in practice rooms, Venice and Downtown apartments, walks to Which Wich, a little home in Westlake, and voice notes in traffic. The LMU drum sessions that day (with Michael Christofi) were meant for an EP; fourteen hours later the band had the foundation for Little Homes. Brandon was tired.

The joke is a rich kid weaponizing wisdom against itself. Told that desire is the root of suffering, he answers I’ve got mad stacks, so desire ain’t a thing; told happiness comes from deep inside, well I bet he’s poor, I bet he live a shitty life. Inheritance funds the regression: the father worked so he wouldn’t have to, the nanny taught him the days of the week (which he then raps as a flex), and the whole thing dissolves into pills, an EDM body-count, and the title’s refusal, daddy I don’t wanna grow up anyway, grown ups are all sad. The bridge admits the cage without leaving it: what would you do if you were me, raised in the pit of temptation and greed.

Same thread as American Man and Sculptor: here youth is the brand, sadness is for grownups, and the beat keeps you from thinking about either. Leads into Goodness Gracious.

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Someone told me that,
Desire is the root of suffering.
But I've got mad stacks,
So desire ain't a thing.
I'll take your girl,
And I'll sweep her off her feet yeah.
(Sweep her off,
Sweep her off.)
My father worked so that,
I didn't
have to do a single thing.
So lets have some fun
I mean some pills,
And play some games.
I count to ten,
Ca
n you count higher than me yeah?

That bass,
Drop
-
drop
-
in'
It keeps me jump
-
jump
-
jumpin,
And uh,
That kick,
Drum
-
drum
-
in'
It makes me
go
:

Daddy I don't wanna,
Grow up anyway.
Grown ups are all sad.
doesn't matter where I,
Come from anyway.
I'll grow up and get sad.
Instead,
I'll
clap my hands,
On everybeat.
Who would ever wanna,
Grow up anyway.
I don't,
No
we don't,
Oh
.
Hmm.

Someone told me that,
A
-
happiness a
-
come
from deep inside.
Well
I bet
he's
poor,
I bet
he live
a
shitty
life.
C
uz
you know that don't,
That just don't resonate with me,
Yeah.
My
mother
taught
me that,
With help you can accomplish anything.
My
nanny taught me,
All the names of all the days
I can say em fast, can you go as fast as me
Yeah?

Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Fri
day
Saturday
aaaand
Sunday
Monday Tuesday Thursday Wednesday Friday Saturday Sunday Dayday

Daddy I don't wanna,
Grow up anyway.
Grown ups are all sad.
doesn't matter where I,
Come from anyway.
I'll grow up and get sad.
Instead,
I'll clap my hands,
On everybeat.
Who would ever wanna,
Grow up anyway.
I don't,
No we don't,
Oh
.

You,
Oh what would you do
If you were me?
Raised
,
I
n the pit of,
Temptation and greed.