Waiting up your face is red
I'm drunk again and home at way past ten
Your number's on the wall you said
But they meant something different in my head
And I would shout 'cause I believed
That you were way too hard on me
You would never give permission
I was sitting in the kitchen crying
Papa, you would have been different
But you were doing more than 9 to 5
You get older and it hits ya
Seventeen, I was a bitch to ya
But now I see the bigger picture
Packed a bag late one night
Walked out tall but water in my eyes
Called a cab and took a ride
Came back smaller, swallowing my pride
I would shout 'cause I believed
That you were missing part of me
You would never give permission
I was sitting in the kitchen crying
Papa, you would have been different
But you were doing more than 9 to 5
You get older and it hits ya
Seventeen, I was a bitch to ya
But now I see the bigger picture
I thought life was made for me
A hundred things I couldn't see
Thought I was cool and you were mean
But I was so naive
'Cause you would never give permission
I was sitting in the kitchen crying
Papa would have been so different
You were doing more than 9 to 5
You would never give permission
I was sitting in the kitchen crying
Papa, you would have been different
But you were doing more than 9 to 5
You get older and it hits ya
Seventeen, I was a bitch to ya
But now I see the bigger picture