[Introduction] Kid 1: It's my turn! Kid 2: No, it isn't! Kid 1: It's my turn! Let me get- Kid 2: Okay- Kid 1: Let me go first! Kid 2: Okay, you play a game of hopscotch- Kid 1: [? Three upfront!] Kid 2: Okay, it's my turn [?] Kid 1: It is not! My turn! Kid 2: [? You're getting all the] fun! (Incoherent discussion) Kid 1: Come on! Come on! Kid 2: I got it, I got it [Verse 1: Luui] [? If] the kids [? are found] I'm considered a thief Why would I consider the fee I got a couple kids to feed, so we can't afford to dream So we fall in love in this mysoginistic breeze Hold it to the police beated for beatings It's easily followed, philosophical obstacles Robbed his lunch money and walk it off and he's off to school [Verse 2: Luui] (Ah!) Open my stitches with some rusty kitchen cutlery I tried to tell these n***as that they never should have f**ed with me!
I was on board White knight and a horse White knights with a horse Slice, slice from a sword Why fight for the [? vorse]? These knights are [? cold alert] I think I was around nine, when I realised I was different [? Not] survive, who won't fit as a [? good survivor], the one who fits in And [? the only place *or* , yo, every place] I fit, with a description of a [? baby] [? Asked to be faded] [?] and to Iggy Azalea [? Dressed in vivid stranger] with a frickin' different [? eighties] Acidic remedies mixed with [?] pissing angel dust [? Was swallowing a shepherd's] [?] [?] all of my possessions Put a demonic possession for all the things we're obsessed with [Outro: Luui] Darling, hold it down Darling, hold it down Darling, hold it