My son is almost three He used to look just like his dad But right now he looks just like me And as far as I can see, the fruit I bear is sweet But the apple's rolling real far from the tree And falling down the hill so full of love and so carefree I wonder if the world will treat him any better than it treated me But papa, don't you preach I tried to teach him every day that nothing good is free but always should be
And with my roots above and all my branches down below Please tell my boy I love him so Please tell the world I have to grow beforе I go I just wanted you to know
That I believе in magic, and I believe in sin I still believe in Heaven, if they'll never let me in I started to believe in love the day I met my little twin I think I might start tryin', 'cause I haven't been
My Momma's getting old Well, it's contagious, and you'll catch it like a cold She won't admit it, but it's something that I know 'Cause every year that passes for me passes her a hundredfold Back in the day, my dad and I would share a laugh at all of her mistakes But that alliance didn't save me from her fate No, it didn't, I'm still twenty-eight Became a single mom, just crushed under a rake Of a child growing faster than I think I can take I love him anyway And I remind myself a time will come when he sees me turn grey And realize it's too late, like I did with my mother So now I tell her to her face See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists
With my roots above and all my branches down below Please tell my mom I love her so Please tell the world I have to grow before I go I just wanted you to know
That I believe in magic, and I still believe in sin I still believe in Heaven, if they'll never let me in I started to believe in love the day I met my little twin And I might start tryin', 'cause I haven't been
I haven't been, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-la-la Da-da-da-da-la-la Da-da-da-da-la-la
Compositor: Halsey / Michael Uzowuru / Ender Ridley Aydin