Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opposite of Adults , by - RAQRelease date: 13.01.2015
Song language: English
Opposite of Adults |
| Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream |
| More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up |
| Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast |
| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us |
| Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids |
| Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us |
| Tell Mommy I’m sorry |
| This life is a party |
| Remember you was a kid |
| Reminisce days of the innocence |
| Now it’s Chiddy Bang, google me the images |
| Follow me, follow me I’m the leader |
| And when I park cars I don’t pay for the meter |
| I remember I was younger as a kid it was the best |
| I used touch on all the pretty girls at recess |
| I’m at my peak yes, I won’t leave yet |
| Serial style, cereal aisle I need chex |
| I can make these rappers run like a hard drill |
| Rock band show you how the guitar feel |
| And I could care less how y’all feel |
| I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel |
| This is that good «just puff it and relax, bro» |
| And you can get it free don’t worry 'bout the tax though |
| And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack |
| But I play a Ron Burgundy I anchor on the track like that |
| Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream |
| More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up |
| Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast |
| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us |
| Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids |
| Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us |
| Tell Mommy I’m sorry |
| This life is a party |
| Can I please get a little bit of knowledge |
| Somebody tell Roth that I don’t love college |
| Cause the real world’s kinda like Real World |
| And it’s drama so you are Svetlana and I’m just a rhymer |
| Swimmin' in the water tryin' to dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas |
| Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot |
| Where you at pretty lady show me what you got |
| They say why you rappin' for the kids for |
| I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store |
| This summer you can catch me on a big tour |
| I’m high grade, I think they need to quiz more |
| Let me get wit ya, don’t let the kid hit ya |
| I’m the photo album Voletta has, B.I.G. |
| picture |
| The rule is, the dude is, so up, so chuck I’m a cool kid |
| Hey yo, i once was a kid, all I had was a dream |
| More money, more problems, when i get it, Imma pile it up |
| Now I’m dope, Wonder bread we can toast |
| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us |
| Hey yo, i wonce was a kid with the other little kids |
| Now I’m ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us |
| Tell Mommy I’m sorry |
| This life is a party |
| I’m never growing up |