Growing Up Too Fast

[Verse 1]
Little shoes by the front door
Now they barely even fit your feet
Cartoons on the TV
Now you’re scrolling
Saying you don’t need me
First grade turned to late nights
Homework turned to “I’ll be fine”
I’m staring at your baby pictures
Wonder when you passed that line
[Chorus]
McKenzie
You’re growing up too fast
McKenna
These days don’t ever last
You rolling your eyes
But I swear it’s true
The world ain’t ready for a heart like you
If time could slow
I’d hold it in my hands
Two little queens
You don’t understand
Whatever you change
Whatever you do
I’m always in your corner
I’m always choosing you (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You talk back but your heart pure
I hear anger
I just hear fear
All the noise from the outside
Tryna tell you who to be this year
City talk
All that tough talk
But I still see my baby girls
Pink bows and your scraped knees
Now you talk about changing the world
[Chorus]
McKenzie
You’re growing up too fast
McKenna
These days don’t ever last
You rolling your eyes
But I swear it’s true
The world ain’t ready for a heart like you
If time could slow
I’d hold it in my hands
Two little queens
You don’t understand
Whatever you change
Whatever you do
I’m always in your corner
I’m always choosing you (oh yeah)
[Bridge]
You don’t have to be so strong
Not with me
You can fall apart
Let the slang drop
Let the mask off
Bring your hurt to your daddy’s heart
When the street talk get too loud
When your friends all fade away
You got a home in my arms
You can always run my way (hey)
[Chorus]
McKenzie
You’re growing up too fast
McKenna
These days don’t ever last
You rolling your eyes
But I swear it’s true
The world ain’t ready for a heart like you
If time could slow
I’d hold it in my hands
Two little queens
You don’t understand
Whatever you change
Whatever you do
I’m always in your corner
I’m always choosing you

Early‑2000s R&B melodies over a gritty New York drill bounce; male vocals gliding between tender verses and a soaring, hooky chorus. Clean keys and warm pads carry the chords while sliding 808s and skittering hi-hats keep it street. Subtle kids’ choir-style harmonies on the chorus, with ad-libs and stacked backgrounds on the last hook to lift the emotion., r&b, drill