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Artist: A Tribe Called Quest f/ Andre 3000
Album:  We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Song:   Kids...
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Cedmaster3K

[Verse One: Andre 3000]
I ain't ev'n 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 fuck your Plan B
That's, demeanor mama'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 in this bitch standing on the corner
Condolences to niggas that got erased
I po' out some liquor on a cop's grave
Mmmm, digital church bells
Ringin' 'cross the street sure work well

[Chorus: Andre 3000] (Q-Tip)
(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!!!) 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?)

[Verse Two: Q-Tip]
I don't wanna get up now, 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 fantasyyy
It's my time, gon' put a little life to it 
If life's a obstacle then I'ma bike through it 
I see it 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 gettin' chicken while my friends get jail
My young nigga motto was "Fuck it, I'm already grown"
And I dream of when I'm sixteen, I'm out my home
That petty though 'cause my momma boyfriend though
It's kinda long like this old head hustle, yo
He cognizant of a nigga ride and die
I see us gettin' money through my green eyes

[Chorus: Andre 3000] (Q-Tip)
(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?)

[Interlude: Q-Tip]
Yeah! All the kids all the what? Uh!

[Andre 3000]:
Yeah! All the bad ass kids! Uh!

[Verse Three: Andre 3000]
Kids, say I'm the shittttt
I'm +Chick-fil-A+ nuggets +McDonald's+ french fries
The spicy +Popeye's+ and +Red Lobster+ biscuitsssss
And Girls scout thin mints pardon my penmanship, but oh shit
Feel like I'm hungry now againnnnn

[Verse Four: Q-Tip]
And I can't do nothin' 'bout it because my teeth are all rotted
And my mom and my pop, they just grinnn
And empathize with me 'cause they were little like pygmies
But too bad they can't get back they 'member whennns
Them grown-up stories don't work in the court of the kiddies
The judgement is innn
And while y'all doin' all y'all your bids, y'all reminisce as kids

[Verse Five: Andre 3000]
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....
Lie!

[Verse Six: Q-Tip]
So when they questionin' you 'bout who or who you ain't bonin'
Complainin' that you always moanin', never saying good mornin'
Stormin' out my house and slammin' doors like you paying bills
They been through it too though, they were kids like you though

[Verse Seven: Andre 3000]
But what if that you knew though and hit you with the cheat code
To a game you just start playing no extra man

[Verse Eight: Q-Tip]
Leave you reckless on the court with no high percentage shot
Just a bunch of "You got 'em nigga, just give it what you got"

[Verse Nine: Andre 3000]
Yeah it look different on a yacht but ain't gon' lie I miss kayaking
I love the young niggas and they do too they just be acting

[Verse Ten: Q-Tip]
Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty

[Verse Eleven: Andre 3000]
Shit their blood pressure high, why? They don't play no more probably

[Chorus: Andre 3000] (Q-Tip)
(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!!!) 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!!!) 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!!!) 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!!!) Kids...