Mustang Kids Lyrics - Baby E

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

Mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

Black tar, tambourine 

Playing for the girls in the back seats 

The mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

White line, motor cade 

Sweeter than your baby face 

Small town gang nothing to do 

We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon 

We got big city plans but it always rains 

And the sheriff is a crook and knows me, my name 

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I said mumma was insane and daddy was a criminal 

I grew up in a trailer with a fucking centerfolds 

Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals 

The fact I'm still alive is why I still believe in miracles 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

Black tar, tambourine 

Playing for the girls in the back seats 

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The mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

White line, motor cade 

Sweeter than your baby face 

Small town gang yeah we get so bored 

That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store 

We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids 

Only doing what we won't, and don't take no shit 

I might seem wild but mumma raised a gentleman 

In another life, no telling who I would have been 

Now you're a king or a boxer in a ring, 

But I'm just me so I sing 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

The mustang kids are out 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 

I've been hearing all these things about you 

Creepin' into all the things that I do 

I've been hearing all these things about you 

About you, about you 

Mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

Black tar, tambourine 

Playing for the girls in the back seats 

The mustang kids are out 

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts 

White line, motor cade 

Sweeter than your baby face