Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
This isn't luxury this what I work for
You want the mansion but don't wanna work for it
I want the pleasure of blowing on my own
Silence I'll kill you like achmed, it's no joke
Don't take me literal I'm just in tune with the spiritual
We're here for way more then pay stubs and bar stools in need of a miracle
"Listen you hearing this?" This silly goose is in need of another one" this be a pattern you
Ask that we save and you promise you'll change then you wait and you back again
Ah
Wait can I say, I just want money and grace
But they'll never meat like a steak
And that's corny but wait, if the corny a side and the money entree then the grace is dessert
A lots on my plate and that
Line is extended to shout out
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
The devil want a milli and the angel want it Steady
Cause even good ones want a Percent and the devil need a kidney
That's a metaphor for deadbeats and a preacher with fancy private jet
That he can't pay for til he take it from the podium
Unloading every shell that I was holding in
I wasn't in control when I was shopping for the holiest chains
And that's too real cause you in chains, man that's how I feel
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
Bhold - Kids in the Building Lyrics
Bhold - Kids in the Building Lyrics
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Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
This isn't luxury this what I work for
You want the mansion but don't wanna work for it
I want the pleasure of blowing on my own
Silence I'll kill you like achmed, it's no joke
Don't take me literal I'm just in tune with the spiritual
We're here for way more then pay stubs and bar stools in need of a miracle
"Listen you hearing this?" This silly goose is in need of another one" this be a pattern you
Ask that we save and you promise you'll change then you wait and you back again
Ah
Wait can I say, I just want money and grace
But they'll never meat like a steak
And that's corny but wait, if the corny a side and the money entree then the grace is dessert
A lots on my plate and that
Line is extended to shout out
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
The devil want a milli and the angel want it Steady
Cause even good ones want a Percent and the devil need a kidney
That's a metaphor for deadbeats and a preacher with fancy private jet
That he can't pay for til he take it from the podium
Unloading every shell that I was holding in
I wasn't in control when I was shopping for the holiest chains
And that's too real cause you in chains, man that's how I feel
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
This isn't luxury this what I work for
You want the mansion but don't wanna work for it
I want the pleasure of blowing on my own
Silence I'll kill you like achmed, it's no joke
Don't take me literal I'm just in tune with the spiritual
We're here for way more then pay stubs and bar stools in need of a miracle
"Listen you hearing this?" This silly goose is in need of another one" this be a pattern you
Ask that we save and you promise you'll change then you wait and you back again
Ah
Wait can I say, I just want money and grace
But they'll never meat like a steak
And that's corny but wait, if the corny a side and the money entree then the grace is dessert
A lots on my plate and that
Line is extended to shout out
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
The devil want a milli and the angel want it Steady
Cause even good ones want a Percent and the devil need a kidney
That's a metaphor for deadbeats and a preacher with fancy private jet
That he can't pay for til he take it from the podium
Unloading every shell that I was holding in
I wasn't in control when I was shopping for the holiest chains
And that's too real cause you in chains, man that's how I feel
Oh look the kids building
Trippin
He got som issues know one knows about
I gotta vent like the atmosphere
Tell em
I got some questions that's without a doubt
I got some issues that's without a doubt
I might just disappear without a trace
Just Like an artist with a magic marker
I got the GT don't know where to park it
Writer: Bo Holz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid