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I'm doin my thing, kid
(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?
I want the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(The hardcore, gimme
Kids I was kid
Now I'm a man and I'm grown
Kids I was kid
Now I'm a man and I'm grown
Kids I was kid
Now I'm a man and I'm grown
Kids I was kid
Now
So I'm probably just going to be by my lonely
But that's good though it sounds like you had a pretty good day
I love going grocery shopping and shii
the other kids away
Blowing all the other kids away
We communicate by semaphore
No language, we've got flags of our own
The road leads where it's led
watch this game Lord knows
You stay in the house no outdoors
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What you say?
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What I
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm
now, not back then
And you stayed by me
When the storms came down and the fear got real
You stayed by me
And all we'll ever be is two kids (two
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish
I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not
proud
Everybody in your family really proud
Now grab some tissue from the roll by your side
And wipe wipe wipe wipe
And now we're clean (clean)
Now flush
VERSE 1
The kids go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.
The kids go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah.
The kids go marching one by one,
Mommy used to say
"Don't you hang around the block"
"Kids out here, they're all trouble"
"Stealing things and selling rock"
Daddy's not around
But I
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes spirit
Movin' around, just movin' around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids
So I lead by example
Little did I know sleep deprivation is harmful
Lwansta stop sleeping on Lwansta he's just a kid
Lwansta stop sleeping on Lwansta
us
Don't lie to me
Get your money up
Bali in a week
Fly me out then kiss my cheek
Return of the kid
Let's go
Return of the kid
Let's get it
Return
bounced, he was ready to bust
Throwing up Glen Garden like a loaded gun
The crowd scattered after that like he unloaded one
Grew up as an urban kid, Funky
Bunch of young kids, lost looking for hope
Bunch of young kids, always getting told no
Bunch of young kids, in the dumps and on they own
To all my
really fucking with me
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
The kids been bad and now
But I was slowly getting better day by day
Tuning out those words you'd always used to say
When you told me all this time it was for nothing, nothing
you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
school, you're burning up fuel
An angel of death, the face of a ghoul
I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster
I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior
Cute kid
Mama called him Billy Jean
Was hoping for a daughter
Not a prince or a king
She had it planned out
With the walls painted pink
Not knowing
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