Lyrics Mustang Kids - Zella Day
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh
Mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
Black
tar,
tambourine
Playing
for
the
girls
in
the
back
seats
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
White
line,
motor
cade
Sweeter
than
your
baby
face
Small
town
gang
nothing
to
do
We
got
guns,
got
drugs,
got
the
sun
and
the
moon
We
got
big
city
plans
but
it
always
rains
And
the
sheriff
is
a
crook
and
knows
me,
my
name
I
said
mumma
was
insane
and
daddy
was
a
criminal
I
grew
up
in
a
trailer
with
a
fucking
centerfolds
Now
I'm
making
money
experimenting
with
chemicals
The
fact
I'm
still
alive
is
why
I
still
believe
in
miracles
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
Black
tar,
tambourine
Playing
for
the
girls
in
the
back
seats
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
White
line,
motor
cade
Sweeter
than
your
baby
face
Small
town
gang
yeah
we
get
so
bored
That
I
stole
a
shotgun
and
robbed
a
liquor
store
We're
running
these
streets,
we're
the
mustang
kids
Only
doing
what
we
won't,
and
don't
take
no
shit
I
might
seem
wild
but
mumma
raised
a
gentleman
In
another
life,
no
telling
who
I
would
have
been
Now
you're
a
king
or
a
boxer
in
a
ring,
But
I'm
just
me
so
I
sing
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh
I've
been
hearing
all
these
things
about
you
Creepin'
into
all
the
things
that
I
do
I've
been
hearing
all
these
things
about
you
About
you,
about
you
Mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
Black
tar,
tambourine
Playing
for
the
girls
in
the
back
seats
The
mustang
kids
are
out
Rolling
over
hills
and
the
roundabouts
White
line,
motor
cade
Sweeter
than
your
baby
face
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