Texty:
Kids Like Us Kids Like Us Down To Nothing Split

don't give a damn about my bad reputation. Oh no, not me. I don't give a damn my reputation. Never been afraid of any demon nation. You may think I'm strange but nothing

dream it means so much to me my friends my crew my everything everything has become so real this is all i need you'll never know what is like to

I'm feeling sick what are we doing here we've got too much to do and not enough time we can't make up our minds we're too young inside what are

our boards d's (no nickname) got the guns this town is ours we're tucking in the kids kissing goodnight kissing farewell on this dreary night enemies are staying low tonight none of us

out this world like Space Moons With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like braze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dip shits Doing whip pits, passed out like

grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all wore down

first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like

with 'em, actin' like a thug Runnin' through the mud 'cause the cops was on us We just walkin' home from school but they always on us It's like this

nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride Outlaw mother fuckers till we die in this life I lead It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin' hot