Reckless (Still Growin’ Up) Kip Moore

[Verse 1]
I spent a summer down south
Working for the county, trying to save for school
I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
I didn't have the grades
But I had myself a major league fastball
Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita
And blew out my arm the first year, haha yeah

[Verse 2]
Well, I took a good look at my life
And decided I'd make a change
Booked me a flight on an airplane
I was third world Peace Corps bound
But I met me a stewardess waiting right there
In the airport bar, before I knew it I was in her car
And never turned around

[Chorus]
Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck
Hell, maybe I'm way too much about having fun
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love
Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

[Verse 3]
I went to work for my uncle on the coast
At a club called the Hot Spot
We took our breaks on the boat docks
And I got fired for smoking pot
With the beach right there
I guess surfing was the logical next move
But I got mouthy with the wrong dude
And got my damn jaw tattooed