Zella Day - Mustang Kids Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Zella Day]Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohMustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsBlack top, tambourinePlaying for the girls in the backseatsThe mustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsWhite line, motorcadeSweeter than your baby face[Verse 2 - Baby E]Small town gang, got nothing to doWe got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moonWe got big city plans but it always rainsAnd the sheriff is a crook and knows me by nameI said momma was insane and daddy was a criminalI grew up in a trailer with dreams of *****ing centrefoldsNow, I'm making money experimenting with chemicalsThe fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles[Chorus - Zella Day]Mustang kids are outThe mustang kids are outMustang kids are outThe mustang kids are outMustang kids are outThe mustang kids are out[Verse 1 - Zella Day]Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohMustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsBlack top, tambourinePlaying for the girls in the back seatsThe mustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsWhite line, motorcadeSweeter than your baby face[Verse 3 - Baby E]Small town gang, yeah, we get so boredThat I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor storeWe're running these streets, we're the mustang kidsOnly doing what we want, and don't take no shitI might seem wild but momma raised a gentlemanIn another life, no telling who I would've beenKnight, or a king, or a boxer in the ringBut I'm just me, so I sing[Chorus - Zella Day]Mustang kids are outThe mustang kids are outMustang kids are outThe mustang kids are outMustang kids are outThe mustang kids are out[Bridge - Zella Day]Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohI've been hearing all these things about youCreepin' into all the things that I doI've been hearing all these things about youAbout you, about you[Verse 1 - Zella Day]Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohMustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsBlack top, tambourinePlaying for the girls in the back seatsThe mustang kids are outRolling over hills and the roundaboutsWhite line, motorcadeSweeter than your baby face