Kids... (feat. Andre 3000)

I ain't even gon' lie, I was probably high

Just forgot to call you back, simple as that

I ain't no almanac, so lick my dictionary

I might just call a cab 'cause I dig canary

Yellow accents on a dark bitch

I met her back when she kept all her carpet

I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy

I double dare y'all to fuck your plan B

That's demeanor, momma's mannerisms

That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it's some

Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts

It's cold out and that bitch standing on the corner

Condolences to niggas that got erased

I pour out some liquor on the cops' graves

Mmm, digital church bells

Ringin' 'cross the street, sure work well

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) For real (For real?)

For real (For real)

Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) For real (For real?)

For real (For real)

I don't wanna get up, no, I don't wanna go to school

I don't wanna be the best, don't wanna follow rules

Mom, I think you fuckin' lied to me

Three Stacks said all this shit is fantasy

It's my time, gon' put a little life to it

If life's an obstacle then I'mma bike through it

I see her like a kiddie on the carousel

If I 'url while I go around, what the hell

And that went well, so I'm compelled

To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel

My young nigga motto was, "Fuck it, I'm already grown"

And I dream of when I'm 16, I'm out my home

That petty though, 'cause my mama boyfriend dough

It's kinda long like this old head hustle, yo

He cognizant of a nigga ride and die

I see us getting money through my green eyes

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?

(Kids) For real (For real?)

For real (For real)

Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh, what

Yeah, all the badass kids, uh

Kids say I'm the shit

I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonald's french fries

The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits

And girls scout thin mints

Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit

Feel like I'm hungry now again

And I can't do nothing about it 'cause my teeth are all rotted

And my mom and my pop, they just grin

And empathize with me cause they were little like Pygmies

But too bad they can't get back they 'member whens

Them grown-up stories don't work

In the court of the kiddies', the judgement is in

And while y'all doing all y'all bids, y'all reminisce as kids

Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups won't own up

They stood on the corner, like you once upon a

Time, and probably felt like a loner

And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona

So when they question you about who or who you ain't boning

Complaining that you always moaning, never saying good morning

Storming out my house and slamming doors like you pay your bills

They been through it too, though

They were kids like you, though

But what if they knew though and hit you with the cheat code

To a game you just start playing, no extra man

Leave you reckless on the court with no high percentage shot

Just a bunch of, "You got it, nigga, just give it what you got"

Yeah, it look a little different on the yacht, but ain't gon' lie, I miss kayaking

I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting

Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty

Shit, their blood pressure high, why?

They don't play no more, probably

(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?