A Tribe Called Quest - Kids... lyrics

(feat. André 3000) [André 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 b**h I met her back when she kept all her carpet I'm well aware all that sh** is fantasy I double dare y'all to f** your plan B That's ta mean a mamma's mannerisms That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it some Hoes in this b**h like a box of donuts It's colder out than a b**h standing on the corner Condolences to n***as that got erased I pour out some liquor on the cops' graves Mmm, digital church bells Ringin' 'cross the street, show it work well [André 3000 (Q-Tip):] (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) [Q-Tip:] 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 f**in' lied to me Three Stacks said all this sh** 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 hurl 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 jailed My young n***a motto was, "f** it, I'm already grown" And I dream of when I'm 16, I'm out my home That petty though, cut my mama boyfriend though It's kinda lull like this old head hustle, yo He cognizant of a n***a ride and die I see us getting money through my green eyes [André 3000 (Q-Tip):] (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? (Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real) [Q-Tip:] Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh, what [André 3000 & Q-Tip:] Yeah, all the bada** kids, uh Kids say I'm the sh** I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets made on the french fries The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits And girls scout thin mints Pardon my penmanship, but oh sh** It's like I'm hungry now again And I can't do nothing about it because my teeth are all rotted And my mom and my pop, they just grin And empathize with me 'cause they were little like babies Too bad they can't get back they "'member when's" The 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 f** it, kids, the grown-ups want on up They stood on the corner like you once upon a time Time, and probably felt like a loner Smelled like a stoner, snuck through their [?] So when they question you about who or who you ain't voting 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 che nudo and hand you with the cheat code Through 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, n***a, just give it what you got" Yeah, a little different on the yacht, but ain't gon' lie, I miss kayaking I love the young n***as, and they do too, they just be acting Like a bunch of retired tired thesbians, a bit too salty sh**, their blood pressure high, why? They don't play no more, probably [André 3000:] (Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this sh** is fantasy? [x14]