Kids with their dreams
Kids with their ideas
Don't let kids dream
Mud on my high heels
Yeah, I'm a wild thing
Oh, he's so pretty
How do I take him with me?
He's just a sad boy
Sleeping with the lighter in his pocket
I can be his sugar mommy
Turn his pocket into a money rocket
He'll clean my high heels
I'll take him to the high hills
Rooftop parties every weekend
If he wants Cali that I'll take him to the Beverly Hills
And I'll tell him our life kills
But we got pills
And I'll shush his little mouth
Because it's me who got the mills
And he'll understand
I never loved him
My little boy
I never loved him
My little boy
Kids on the run
Kids with their fun
Don't let kids run
Blood on my fingers
Yeah, I'm a mean girl
Oh, he drove me crazy
I couldn't stand this little baby
He was ungrateful
With those empty eyes that kept staring at me
I got tired of his body
And I got tired of his simple mind
I didn't wanna risk him coming along again
So I told him "this life kills, so no more thrills"
And I taped his little mouth
Because it's me who got the gun
And he understood
I never loved him
My little boy
I never loved him
My little boy