(Kids, kids) (Living in the city) (Tryna make it in the world) ♪ I don't listen to a man I only listen to my friends and all my friends are on drugs You don't need to understand it, yeah 'Cause you're a big man Everything is automatic If you want it, you can have it straight to your door I don't think I know the answers (But I ain't trying too hard) Kids, kids Living in the city Tryna make it in the world We're just kids, kids Living in the city Tryna make it in the world (yeah, oh, yeah, I) I like boys who dress like girls Who dress like boys that text like girls I text my boys, "I lost my girl, 'cause she likes girls" (That's alright, that's okay, baby) 16, fell in love with my best friend Strawberry lip gloss kiss made my head spin Premature love, I'll never forget it Kids see ghosts, chase 'em down towards a dead end Turned 18, didn't learn my lesson No serotonin, faking all my expressions Balancing alcohol and depression Sweaty palms, cutting through all the tension I don't blame you for who you are And I don't blame you for what you did We're just kids, kids Living in the city Tryna make it in the world We're just kids, kids Living in the city Tryna make it in the world (We're just kids, kids) (Living in the city) (Tryna make it in the world) (We're just kids) you don't (kids) Don't (living in the city) Understand