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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
André 3000
André 3000
Vocals
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Vocals
Casey Benjamin
Casey Benjamin
Keyboards
Masayuki Hirano
Masayuki Hirano
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
André Lauren Benjamin
André Lauren Benjamin
Songwriter
Casey Benjamin
Casey Benjamin
Songwriter
Masayuki Hirano
Masayuki Hirano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kennedy
Dave Kennedy
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 ta mean a mamma's mannerisms That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it some Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts It's colder out than a bitch standing on the corner Condolences to niggas that got erased I pour out some liquor on the cops' graves Mmm, digital church bells Ringin' 'cross the street, show it 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) I don't wanna get up, no, 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 an obstacle then I'mma bike through it I see her like a kiddie on the carousel If I hurl 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 jailed My young nigga motto was, "Fuck it, I'm already grown" And I dream of when I'm 16, I'm out my home That petty though, cut my mama boyfriend though It's kinda lull 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, what Yeah, all the badass kids, uh Kids say I'm the shit I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets made on the french fries The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits And girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit It's 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 babies Too bad they can't get back they "'member when's" The grown-up stories don't work In the court of the kiddies', the judgement is in And while y'all doing all y'all bids, y'all reminisce as kids Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups want on up They stood on the corner like you once upon a time Time, and probably felt like a loner Smelled like a stoner, snuck through their [?] So when they question you about who or who you ain't voting Complaining that you always moaning, never saying good morning Storming out my house and slamming doors like you pay your bills They been through it too, though They were kids like you, though But what if they che nudo and hand you with the cheat code Through 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 it, nigga, just give it what you got" Yeah, a little different on the 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 thesbians, 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?
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Kamaal Fareed, Casey Benjamin, Hirano Masayuki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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