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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Williams II
Evan Williams II
Songwriter
Aiden Flynn
Aiden Flynn
Songwriter
Hunter Kennelly
Hunter Kennelly
Songwriter

歌詞

Snacks and cartoons
Turned into bills that's past due
Get high inhaling gas fumes
Tryna hold to my youth tell truth i'm missing when we was
KIDS
Nostalgic feelin man I miss when we was kids
Nowadays **** just paying to live
Mo' payments mo' pain than the paychecks that you get
Ya job treating you like shit started thinking that you should quit
Then some other bullshit expense, come up
The fuck bruh, typa shit that make you wanna pick a gun up
Then run up to the teller to tell her you need them funds up,
Thanks, yea I'm talkin Robbin a bank
Cause I mean it's God given thanks
I ain't homeless
But can't see myself making enough shillings to feel the feeling of what buying a home is
Or being above poor and not breaking even when it's high time holidays comin in
And they say we getting a bonus
Hocus pocus it's gone quick as it all came
Now my pockets frozen like that one childhood game
It's a few fingers I could direct when we talk about who's diving the checks
But I ain't gone stress, i'll refrain
Abstain add some stank
And take this joint straight to my damn brain
And Burn one for every year of my age
Now let the kids sang
Snacks and cartoons
Turned into bills that's past due
Get high inhaling gas fumes
Tryna hold to my youth tell truth I miss when we was
KIDS
Got some money in my pocket working hard
Tryna shoot below par and still be a star
Got me asking all my homies where's the balance
I know I got talent but if I'm working all the time when's there time for the raps
Can't kick back
With some snacks in my lap
Watching adventure time
Thought that I was Finn when the kid was ten
Now I feel like Jake I'm stretched thin
Try to stay away from sin but
Neva talking bout a bank
I told him just tell me when
Im just playing
But something's gotta give
Got a four year degree thought it was time for a check
To tell the truth they wanna see me in debt
Let's split a pack of cigarettes just to deal with the stress
They say money comes and goes got me thinking bout rent
And yes a couple hundred tends to makes a big dent
Central heat is broke can't cant feel Shit out the vent
Feelin like I'm sleeping in a damn tent
I Guess that's why I'm so cold
Like snow days with no school
This my Lou Will year got me playing by my own rules
If the city is magic the moneys bound to connect
And if I take Inine to five I'll be full of regret
So please don't take offense to this boot on your neck
Feel like Stan Van Gundy with this full court press
I know y'all understand so I do not digress
The verse is over so the Chorus comes next
Snacks and cartoons
Turned into bills that's past due
Get high inhaling gas fumes
Tryna hold to my youth tell truth I miss when we was
KIDS
Written by: Aiden Flynn, Evan Williams II, Hunter Kennelly
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