Zella Day, Baby E - Mustang Kids lyrics
[Zella Day, Baby E - Mustang Kids lyrics]
Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face
Small-town gang got 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
That knows me by name i said
Mama was a saint and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer
With dreams of fucking centerfolds
Now I'm making money
Experimenting with chemicals
The fact that I'm alive is why
I still believe in miracles
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
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 want and
Don't take no shit i might seem wild
But mama raised a gentleman in another life
No telling who I would've been
Knight or a king or a boxer in the ring
But, I'm just me, so I sing
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Ooh, ooh
I been hearing all these things about you
(O oh)
Creepin' into all the things that I do (O oh)
I been hearing all these things about you
(O oh) about you, about you (O oh)
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face
Small-town gang got 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
That knows me by name i said
Mama was a saint and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer
With dreams of fucking centerfolds
Now I'm making money
Experimenting with chemicals
The fact that I'm alive is why
I still believe in miracles
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
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 want and
Don't take no shit i might seem wild
But mama raised a gentleman in another life
No telling who I would've been
Knight or a king or a boxer in the ring
But, I'm just me, so I sing
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Ooh, ooh
I been hearing all these things about you
(O oh)
Creepin' into all the things that I do (O oh)
I been hearing all these things about you
(O oh) about you, about you (O oh)
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face