Pump the Brakes

In a world that is just Go, Go, Go sometimes I have to yell "Slow, Slow, Slow" A sunrise is slow, so is the sunset for everyone rushing you should let, the colors trap you like a fish in a net. Today youth wants age, and Age wants youth Look All the make-up creams as my proof My brother is so small, but he can't wait, until he blowing the candles to his 18th cake I tell him, "It's okay to pump the brakes." See, rith now it's fine for you to play in dirt Years later, you'll cuss when it's on your shirt The bills on the counter will make you grow enough and empty gas tanks makes life really rough Not to mention filling the house with expensive stuff. They say life is highway, no it's the autobahn you have to cut people off just to get on Nowadays it's give me, give me, then let me take slow down everyone, please pump the brakes One day, there'll be no more birthday cakes.