Tiffany (my name sake) Evans has a club and car banger with “I’m Grown Now”. But every time I pump it in the truck, I feel two ways. (1) Mad as hell at a 15 year old (born Aug 1992) who now proclaims she’s grown now. Because those of us who are grown now know that being grown comes with tons of responsibility that Mom/Pops can’t always “fix” or pay for. And when does having a learner’s permit constitute ‘growness’? I’m just asking.
Secondly I’m mad at myself for loving the beat. I feel like I’m trying to recapture my youth. What kind of parent would I be jammin to a teen magazine up and coming r&b sensation.
