Babada baba Our kind of people had a bed for the night And it was okay And daddy told us never listen to the ones Pointing nasty fingers and making fun 'Cause we were good kids Mama said that it was quite alright My mama said that is was okay When mama

You fucked it up You, you lied Ha-ha-ha-ha, I was right All alone, good job, good job 'Cause I know you struggle Choke when you see love grow 'Cause we used to be the cool kids You were old school, I was on the new shit We were addicted to the blueprint