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Yes, imma talk about the kids
This goes out to any kids that are listening
Cause kids raising kids, kids in their cribs
Kids feeding babies in their
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
The young ones are growin'
We're the kids in America whoa
We're the kids in America whoa
Everybody live for the music go round
Bright lights
soczku
Młody Jackson idę krok po kroczku
Kiedyś tam se dojdę w końcu
A normalny tak jak Shin Chan
Fox Kids jakby Kyuubi we mnie był gdzieś
Dziwny tak jak X
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in the city
Kids in
You know what it ain't, you know what it is
(You know what it ain't
You know what it is)
Went from PBS Kids to VVS kids
(PBS kids to VVS kids)
Yeah,
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
I lived a life that was sappy and cruel
I was that one kid in the class who was simple but no one understood
I was a king, while at home i was
Oh Oi Ai Ehhh
Malo malo
Malo malo malo
Malo Eh
I am, I am the malo kid
The malo kid
Everybody omoh lowkey
Omoh see I'm the malo kid
Malo kid oh, oh
around
Xbox party so loud we here the sound
QB Two
Your arm is poo
Little McChicken
Is better than you
Creeping on kids
Mind your own biz
Minors who you
Ha, we were just some kids from a real small town
When we fell in love, I bet it made God proud
Had a quarter chub when we first made out
Wasn't
Cool kids, they do not use floss
Marry me in the countryside
Honestly, I don't give a fuck
I'm addicted to rock and roll, yeah
Beers up, drinks
Fuck them kids, fuck them kids
Fuck them kids, fuck them kids
Fuck them kids, fuck them kids
Fuck them kids, fuck them kids
Fuck them kids, fuck them
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
Yeah yeah
It’s a kids world go and be a kid now
It’s a kids world go and be a kid
It’s a kids world
I want to play outside with my friends
It’s
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for kids
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't for
made it through, but ever since
He hasn’t been the same
Don't tell him he's broken
The kid’s living on hope
The kid’s throwing his seeds
The kid’s living
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day, big kid
One day imma
Mmm, digital church bells
Ringin' 'cross the street, sure work well
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you
Kids these days (Yuh)
Kids these days (Trynna tear down Ye)
Kids these days (Now Kelly?)
Kids these days (Go Kelly)
Kids these days (I'll take em)
Kids these days (Yuh)
Kids these days (Trynna tear down Ye)
Kids these days (Now Kelly?)
Kids these days (Go Kelly)
Kids these days (I'll take em)
That kid's on fire
Yeah, we got it
That kid's on fire, you know
That kid's on fire
Yeah, we got it
That kid's on fire, you know
That kid's on fire
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