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Yeah, I'm grown on the paper, but the kid never left,
Heart still racin' like I'm dodgin' curfew, out of breath.
Calendar say one thing, but my soul stay reckless,
Age is just a number – I'm forever on that "no rules" checklist.

They see the beard, the bills, the 9-to-5 grind,
But inside I'm still climbin' trees, losin' track of time.
Sneakers stay scuffed, imagination on blast,
Cartwheel in my mind while the world's movin' fast.
Tell me "grow up," I laugh and hit the playground swing,
Higher than the rent, let the inner child sing.
Rules? Nah, I color outside every line,
Cereal for dinner, stay up past bedtime – that's the design.

Years keep stackin', but the wonder never fades,
Still chasin' fireflies in these grown-up days.
Fort out of blankets, dreams bigger than the sky,
Laughin' at the mirror like "who said we gotta act wise?"
Responsibilities knockin', I answer with a grin,
Slide down the banister, let the real fun begin.
Gray hairs comin'? Cool, that's just glitter from the stars,
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to ignore the scars.

Yeah, I'm grown on the paper, but the kid never left,
Heart still racin' like I'm dodgin' curfew, out of breath.
Calendar say one thing, but my soul stay reckless,
Age is just a number – I'm forever on that "no rules" checklist.

So here's to the big kids refusin' to fold,
Stay wild, stay playful, stay forever young in the soul.
No rules, no cage – we just do what we feel,
Age ain't nothin' but a lie when the inner child's real.