Mustang Kids (feat. Baby E)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the backseats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face Small town gang got nothing to do We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon We got big city plans but it always rains And the sheriff is a crook and knows me by name I said momma was insane and daddy was a criminal I grew up in a trailer with dreams of fucking centrefolds Now, I'm making money experimenting with chemicals The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face Small town gang, yeah, we get so bored That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids Only doing what we want, and don't take no shit I might seem wild but momma raised a gentleman In another life, no telling who I would've been Knight, or a king, or a boxer in the ring But I'm just me, so I sing Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I've been hearing all these things about you Creepin' into all the things that I do I've been hearing all these things about you About you, about you Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face.