Mustang Kids lyrics

[Verse 1 - Zella Day]

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

Black top, tambourine

Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

White line, motorcade

Sweeter than your baby face

[Verse 2 - Baby E]

Small town gang got 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 by name

I said momma was insane and daddy was a criminal

I grew up in a trailer with dreams of fucking centrefolds

Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals

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

[Chorus - Zella Day]

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

[Verse 1 - Zella Day]

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

Black top, tambourine

Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

White line, motorcade

Sweeter than your baby face

[Verse 3 - Baby E]

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 want and don't take no shit

I might seem wild but momma raised a gentleman

In another life, no telling who I would've been

Knight, or a king, or a boxer in the ring

But I'm just me so I sing

[Chorus - Zella Day]

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

[Bridge - Zella Day]

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

[Verse 1 - Zella Day]

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

Black top, tambourine

Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out

Rolling over hills and the roundabouts

White line, motorcade

Sweeter than your baby face