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 bitch
I met her back when she kept all her carpet
I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy
I double dare y'all to f******ur plan B
That's demeanor, momma's mannerisms
That mean, don't mean to get vulgar, but it's some
Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts
It's cold out and that bitch standing on the corner
Condolences to niggas that got erased
I pour out some liquor on the cops' graves
Mmm, digital church bells
Ringin' 'cross the street, sure work well
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?)
For real (For real)
Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?)
For real (For real)
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 fuckin' lied to me
Three Stacks said all this shit 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 'url 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 jel
My young nigga motto was, "Fuck it, I'm already grown"
And I dream of when I'm 16, I'm out my home
That petty though, 'cause my mama boyfriend dough
It's kinda long like this old head hustle, yo
He cognizant of a nigga ride and die
I see us getting money through my green eyes
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?)
For real (For real)
Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh, what
Yeah, all the badass kids, uh
Kids say I'm the shit
I'm Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonald's french fries
The spicy Popeyes and Red Lobster biscuits
And girls scout thin mints
Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit
Feel like I'm hungry now again
And I can't do nothing about it 'cause my teeth are all rotted
And my mom and my pop, they just grin
And empathize with me cause they were little like Pygmies
But too bad they can't get back they 'member whens
Them 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
Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups won't own up
They stood on the corner, like you once upon a
Time, and probably felt like a loner
And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona
So when they question you about who or who you ain't boning
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 knew though and hit you with the cheat code
To 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, nigga, just give it what you got"
Yeah, it look a little different on the yacht, but ain't gon' lie, I miss kayaking
I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting
Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty
Shit, their blood pressure high, why?
They don't play no more, probably
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
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Kids... - A Tribe Called Quest
