Kids... feat. Andre 3000

歌詞

[ANDRE 3000] I ain't gon' even lie I was probably high Just forgot to call you back simple as that Ain't no almanac so lick my dictionary I might just call a cab 'cause I dig canary Yellow accents on a dark bitch I met her back when she kept all her carpet I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy ｜ I double dare y'all to fuck your plan B That's demeanor, momma's mannerisms That mean, don't mean to get vulgar but it's some Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts It's cold out in this bitch standing on the corner Condolences to niggas that got erased I pour out some liquor on a cop's grave Mmmm digital church bells Ringing 'cross the street sure work well [CHORUS]:[Q-TIP & ANDRE 3000] (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real? For real? For real. For real. Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real? For real? For real. For real. [Q-TIP] I don't wanna get up now, don't wanna go to school I don't wanna be the best, don't want to follow rules ｜ Mom, I think you fuckin' lied to me Three stacks said all this shit is fantasy It's my time gon' put a little life to it If life's a obstacle then I'ma bike through it I see it like a kiddie on a carousel If I 'url while I go around what the hell And that went well, so I'm compelled To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel' My young nigga motto was fuck it I'm already grown ｜ And I dream of when I'm sixteen, I'm out my home That petty though 'cause my momma boyfriend dough ｜ Is kinda long like this old head hustle yo He cognitive of a nigga ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes [CHORUS] [Q-TIP] Yea, all the kids, all the what, uh [ANDRE 3000] Yeah, all the badass kids, uh Kids, say I'm the shit I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets, Mcdonald's french fries, the spicy Popeye's, and Red Lobster biscuits And girl scout thin mints pardon my penmanship But oh shit, feel like I'm hungry now again [Q-TIP] And I can't do nothin' bout it because my teeth are all rotted ｜ And my mom and my pop, they just grin And empathize with me 'cause they were little like Pygmy's But too bad they can't get back they 'member whens Them grown up stories don't work in the court of the kiddie's, the judgement is in And while y'all doing all y'all your bids, y'all all reminisce as kids [ANDRE 3000] Fuck it kids The grown ups won't own up, they stood on the corner Like you once upon a, time And probably felt like a loner And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona [Q-TIP] So when they questioning you 'bout who or who you ain't boning ｜ Complaining that you always moaning never saying good morning Storming out my house and slamming doors like you paying bills They've been through it too though, they were kids like you though [ANDRE 3000] But what if they just knew though And hit you with the cheat code To a game you just started playing, no extra man [Q-TIP] Leave you reckless on the court, with no high percentage shot Just a bunch of "you got 'em nigga, just give it what you got" [ANDRE 3000] Yeah it look different on a yacht but ain't gon' lie I miss kayaking I love the young niggas and they do to they just be acting [Q-TIP] Like a bunch of retired tired thesbians, a bit too salty [ANDRE 3000] Shit they blood pressure high, why? They don't play no more probably [CHORUS]: [Q-TIP＆ANDRE 3000] (Kids) Kids, don't you know all this shit is fantasy? [X6]