Lyrics:
the building by Miuccia
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
I'll always remember you young
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, I hope when we get to heaven
He looks at us all like
the fire
When our kids are grown with kids of their own
They'll send us away to a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day 'til we pass away
it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'cause I know you'd never cut in my game, oh no
And when
miss a chimney
On our jolly way
We won't stop until
Every kid gets a fill
Of Santa's brand of good will
The thrill of spilling cheer
Just makes us
here making us move, but it sure is funky
Oh-la, oh-la, ayy
I think its time to rap, shall we? Surely
Kid 'n Play back rolling strong, dope and def
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
to spit sicker sick flows (woo)
I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it (ha ha)
Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it
the whip, but he won't whip us
So the world says no?
Well the kids do too
Try to walk all over us
We'll stomp all over you
Can they kick us out?
me and you, baby
Throw the kids in the back of the pink Cadillac
And us in the bathroom changin'
Midnight trip to Vegas
Both our hearts are racin'
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
kind foo dat ain't rite
I still repent on evrythang that I did
Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid
Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like
really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my
the hallway
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone peeping out the window heated
But still I didn't see it, mama hid
you need I could offer
By any means I support ya, neglectin' ya needs would be torture
Things that I torture like blowin (fiya) in the Porscha'
Doin'
Like we did when we were kids
'Cause we can't keep holding on to grudges
Why did it take so long?
Why did it take so long?
Why did it take us so
Kids
Hey
Kool-Aid and frozen pizza
It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa
Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas
This weed
Full moon Friday night after the game
Stars must have all lined up early that day
I just turned seventeen, she had me by a month
We were young, we
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
you need I could offer
By any means I support ya, neglectin' ya needs would be torture
Things that I torture like blowin (fiya) in the Porscha'
Doin'
and no one seems to get it
Then every time you mention it, they stare like you're two-headed
But one day in your cubicle your idea really comes to view
promise you won't say nothin'
Don't you be actin' like that, don't you be actin' like that, babe
No phone, no pics, no postin' us
This love just ain't
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
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