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Tre Ess - What Do Kids Know lyrics

Artist: Tre Ess

album: Sipping Off Troubled Waters


Take a seat, 'fore you loose head in a young world
Know your place It don't mean a thing if we share blood
Watch your pace or you gon' get left at the right turn
How you think you can teach game to a young blood
Oh lord, we don't live same, on my kinfolk
Speaking to you like watching reruns
I know your next move and I don't care for
Diminish the presence like, 'What do kids know?'
What do kids know?
What do kids know?
Murder murder, you'd think God premeditated
Generation of the zombies running medicated
Escaping from realities you never painted
Your daughter tryna kill herself but she educated
Etiquette and decorum eradicating freedom
We been choking up from all the access
Young minds with naive questions and no answers
Only to grow up and get told, they too callous
Can't get the job done
Fix your appearance
Weed in your breath like you a Diaz brother
Free will and self esteem down in the gutter
I was in your shoes, hot headed now I'm tundra
Jharkhand! Know we get it popping
They call me Ye East, like who really got an option
I ain't mailing beats, bro go get it at the auction
Put up your life saving, to me it's just a fraction
You a God when you work for yourself and no traction
Fuck a follow count, when they ain't really about the action
Anti depressant
For people who manifested
Thoughts to reality
At the cost of a salary
You don't want the kid to be livin like this
You don't want the kid to be doin what he wish
Whole lotta risk but then life's gotta go
Whole lotta pain never ever at the shows
We can do nothing if you don't know how it goes
Concrete made the rose, If you knew what I know
All them condescending looks never doing any good
Never step up to my face like 'What do Kids Know?'
What do kids know?
What do kids know?
Mommy looking out the window for her treacherous son
Part funny part fatal UFC 1
Least he was here, She never was scared
Type of shit you can't prepare
You son for
Quick to let the guns draw
They don't make em like this anymore
'Cept for the mothers out in Jharkhand
Got us killing Gods like in Maryland
Plundering Times way back in Ramgarh
Loose wires in my tub
Lost fire and the thunder
Passion skimmed off the work
Too broke to give a fuck
Loose wires in my tub
Lately Slurring out the words
Getting More passive in my verbs
Too broke to give a fuck
It's getting harder and harder to keep reminding myself
God in the flesh, floating above your trends
Glorious talent pool, brands fishing out the next
Artist selling their sense is barely paying the rent and
I've been maintaining distance
Handling business
Every revolution did start up in the East end
Live from the belly of the beast and
Jharkhand na aana andaaz kaafi teekhe
Sarkari nawab saare dheele
Naxalwaad me hum bheege
Chidiya bhi ek pankh pe hai udte
Sahi bhao pe ye dost bhi hai daste

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