Lyrics:
know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
I know if I go things would be
Tell her you care, each time you speak
Make it her birthday each day of the week
Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things
Roses and lollipops
got some blood brothers
That's brothers ATM what it is
But fuck all that banging Shit
Better take Care of yo kids
It was my pops and poppa joe
I looked
know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
I know if I go things would be
hear my band, that awful band,
Only now it sounds much better.
I can see the kid, the kid I use to be,
On the stage, on the field, on the lunch
Tell her you care each time you speak.
Make it her birthday each day of the week.
Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things,
roses
you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd
You gotta get yourself together, kid
You gotta get yourself together, kid
You got to keep it together
Yeah, pull your trousers up, you're hosing
Tell her you care each time you speak
Make it her birthday each day of the week
Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things
Roses and lollipops
business
Ain't nobody minding they business
You better take care of your kids and shit
Can't get caught up in the mix and shit
Pump action gotta kick
Tell her you care each time you speak
Make it her birthday each day of the week
Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things
Roses and lollipops
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
June bug skipping like a stone
With
sides
Team up on me that's okay
I put bullets to yo face
Who the Fuck they think they is
I can show you it ain't safe
Better take care of them kids
I know
because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for
dad
Take care of my kids
Sit back with my queen
Run me up some Ms
It's really all so simple
My house is my temple
This shit can get spiritual
My God
said you'd better beware
'Cause I've had my share
Some kids born as rich as a king
But I was born without a doggone thing
Hard knocks, all I ever knew
around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death
We don't care what people say
We know the truth
Enough is enough with this horse shit
I am not a freak
I was born with my freedom
Don't tell me I'm
coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You
Two heads together are better than one in rainy or sunny weather
The outlook can't be a glum one when there's someone who cares
Just when you're
dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it
the past
This life's too good to last
And I'm too young to care
Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself
This life could be the last
And we're too
I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day
Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay
It's dirty work in Birmingham
Better
the kid, you better not be messin' with the man
You know the kid didn't jive, you know the kid didn't play
He said what he mean and he meant what he said
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