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Runnin' to the afternoon Just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon Just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon (okay) Just a couple kids (say what?) (You gotta start it, bro) but what? Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills (Reach for the Biskwiq) Ayy, got the tip Probably shoulda brought 50 Cut the gate loose, got that juice with the henny And we in my city (ayy) Whole squad looking pretty Good will, top down, had to keep it thrifty (thrifty) I'm in my bag like a drawstring Bustling I don't really mind what it cost me I'm saucy Ask me for my time and you lost me Bossy 'Bout to really disappear 'cause we're Just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon We're just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon Back again at a ten I say what (what) You say when Meet and greet (greet) Real discreet Beat the heat Run the street I get stuck tryna test my luck (luck) But I don't really mind if I get enough ('nough) The road gets rough and the time gets tough But we keep on going 'cause we're Just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon We're just a couple kids Nothing that we gotta do Headed for the hills Runnin' to the afternoon
Writer(s): Forrest Neil Frank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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