Lyrics Kids These Days! - EGOVERT

Kids These Days!

Imagine
Peaking in high school, hah!
Been wantin' kill myself since Obama was President
So fuck being proper, Osama Bin Laden was with this shit
So grab the llama and spend your commas on cartridges
Their ain’t a problem in your city, scholars is not really shit
They feeding you bullshit, you eat it up, you farm animals
Basically, what I’m saying, you niggas is amateur
Stuck inside a box, won’t ever leave, can’t break no barriers
America, it is EGOVERT, I’m in the area
F-F-Fast forward (Yeah), feelin' on her booty like a pervert (Woah)
Sherbert, it’s inside my blunt, ash on dress shirt
Look, bro, I came in with shorty, actin' naughty, that’s on God (On God)
Mix my Ecstasy with L.S.D., I spoke to god (Hello)
He shook my hand, I shook his hand, then we both hit the blunt ()
Just like me, god do not smoke on miss, he smoke on runs
Okay, let’s go
She lick my, yeah, (Huh) like a Laffy Taffy candy (Candy, candy, candy)
Princeton, yeah, that’s the college she attending (Huh, yeah,)
Princess, yeah, is you the one I been sexting?
()
Twisted mass, population is the worst thing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We both bleed red, I’m off the Vicodin!
I’m close to death, god is excited, yeah!
To catch my breath through my esophagus!
I won’t break bread with a misogynist!
I just want to take a brief intermission and encourage teenagers to text and
drive
To solve our heavily growing problem with overpopulation… thank you!
B-Baby, you are mistaken, get off my cock, oh ()
Face it, you ain’t on wavelengths, our brain fell off, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cave in, no other shame, I cannot relay ()
What they say 'bout my fucking name, fuck it, I still get paid!
()
Let’s get laid, cop some contraband (Skrrt), for my homies, mane ()
This is Ye, help you start your day, Wolf of Wall Street ways (Okay)
By the way, brain is suffering, think’s it’s obsolete
My frequent crunches take they drugs again, then forget to eat (Skrrt, skrrt,
skrrt)
At least I’m honest 'bout my love for it, you can’t say the least ()
How could I worry 'bout my funds and shit when kids get raped by priests?
()
Controversy spills around his name
Lift the iron curtain, break the case
How the warriors are here to stay
Run from the kids these days
Run from the kids these days!
Run from the kids these days!
Run from the kids these days!
(Run!)
Run from the kids these days!
(Run!)
Run from the kids these days!
(Run!)
Run from the kids these days!
(Run!)
Run from the kids these days!
(Run!)
Run from the kids these days!