We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Some day, some day I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah) They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the

Welcome to the family When our thoughts are so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find I've lost my mind Hey kid (hey kid) You can't win this fight But you can't win this fight

Kids are running around naked, fuckin? in the bushes. Ah, ah, ah ah I love it! Room for everybody here Yes, all are welcome! Yes indeed, I love them! Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful! I'm all for it We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

I'm rotten to the core, core Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world Rotten to the core Who could ask for more? I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten

You move me You call me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights When I leave, I don't know A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before I'll be yours Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off

A single mom who works two jobs Who loves her kids and never stops With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter I'm a survivor And Gods amazing grace The baby girl without a chance A victim of circumstance The one who ought a give up,but she's just Too