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I ain't even gon' lie, I was probably high Just forgot to call you back, simple as that I 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 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 know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) SongtexteI don't wanna get up now, I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna be the best, don't wanna 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'mma bike through it I see it like a kiddie on the 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 mama boyfriend dough It's kinda long like this old head hustle, yo He cognizant of a nigga ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh 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 girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit Feel like I'm hungry now again And I can't do nothing about 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 Pygmies But too bad they can't get back they 'member whens Them grown-up stories don't work In the court of the kiddies', the judgement is in And while y'all doing all y'all your bids, y'all reminisce as kids 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 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 been through it too, though They were kids like you, though But what if they knew though And hit you with the cheat code To a game you just start playing, no extra man 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" Yeah, it look a little different on a yacht But ain't gon' lie, I miss kayaking I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty Shit, their blood pressure high, why? They don't play no more, probably (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy? Aus Songtexte Mania