paroles de chanson Kids - Dom Corleo

G.O.A.T
For the kids, MGMT
And we doin' MDMA
Sip lean, pop ecstasy
Got some G-I-N-S-E-N-G in my tea
On a new flight next week
Gotta roll some more weed
Board all my hoes and me
Put a bad bitch on my team
Take her places that she ain't gon' be
Show her shit that she's never seen
We do things you won't ever see
Heh, for real, she a slut, but I love it
She get fucked out in public
Why you stuck on some loving?
Shut it up, stick to fucking
I get real when I'm fucking
We get real when we touching
Suck it out, let it touch you
Says she want it, but I got it
Show that pussy and I'll pop it
In the bed when I rock it
Yo' body what I'm jacking
In the head where I'm wanted
In my head, please stop it
In my head, she wildin'
Beat it up, get violent
Beat it up, lay it down
Put that pussy in the ground
Smoke a blunt with no sound
Do it all with a frown

You could take everything that you need from me
I'll tell you everything, yeah, I'll be honest
I'll tell you everything we won't leave nothin' behind us
I'll be here for yo' life, baby, I promise

Hold yo' hand, give it a kiss
It ain't nothin', we just kids
Ain't no nothin', we just kids

(J'adore 16)