Lyrics:
lead us not into temptation, I
Want you to kiss me, i love you)
You're a good kid
All you lil' cowboy will do a good job for me
Make sure you do it
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
shit it's Ice Rasta," is what my friends say
But I'm not Eric Andre, I don't play any games
I'm gonna be a teacher helping kids with math
Be like
disagree? Bring it
On and get dropped!
I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec
Smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm
listening
Very carefully, I don't know. it's great to be in japan.
Kiske:
"kids of the century" is the first life sign of us after two and a half
Years.
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
together put us to sleep
Lil Baby got money so it's cool if he like to trick
It wasn't sixteen bands, though, bitch, it was only six
For kids in Philly,
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts
Don't believe us, treat us like we can't erupt, yup
We end
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
the world in a sleigh
Me and you and the reindeers just all by our self
Have our lil kids by our side in Hawaii
Playin with toys like they our lil elf's
You
ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
Xo, bad hoes they call me Diablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
backup before this mac starts to lift up
I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
We came to an agreement in good health
That if no-one would take care of us
We'd be fine by ourselves
It was time to fight abuse
Of those who don't
look like a fan to us
They flashing cameras you break your neck just to come by and stand with us
You niggas can't play with the pros Man you niggas
And the honest truth is drowned out by
All the voices singing:
"The kids these days
Are doing alright despite
The shit you try to put us through
Yeah the kids
kid
So let's go give it to em
We bout to set off like Latifah,
Soon as we walk in the club,
Girls show love
cnd the peep us.
Zuuka Joe and Xo, coming
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and
We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
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