Текст Nate Good – Kids

Yeah, I just did a quarter of a century and think I got a couple more tours
My bucket list is really fillin’ up so I’d be liying if I said I’m all yours
Lookin’ for the trouble enough you know the trouble come knocking at your door step
People ask me what I’m all about, I think I’m young enough to say, I’m not sure yet

I still got time to grow
Sometimes my chains feel bigger than my plans
But momma always told me baby

Hush hush now
Don’t hold your head, just hold your ground
Don’t let that heartache get you down
What goes around it comes around
What goes around it comes around
If this goes number one
Do kids still play with guns

They told you that you probably shouldn’t rap one
Betcha you can go and make a hundred stacks on
You get so caught up in the internet
You losing track of all the demons that you’re living with
You gotta see this shit, ain’t colour talking, no filter
Don’t need a filler if the beat killer
Don’t need a sick mic’ if the flow tight with the right fill
You can get it popin’ when you drop it on beast pill

You still got time to grow
Sometimes your dreams seem bigger than your plans
But momma always told you baby

Hush hush now
Don’t hold your head, just hold your ground
Don’t let that heartache get you down
What goes around it comes around

Ignorance is bliss, it ain’t really mean shit
I’m the kid still play with guns
Give your momma lil’ lit and you might get hit
Hope it catches snip your tongue
Just your momma sing

Hush hush now
Don’t hold your head, just hold your ground
Don’t let that heartache get you down
What goes around it comes around
What goes around it comes around
If this goes number one
Do kids still play with guns