Zella Day - Mustang Kids Şarkı Sözleri

Zella Day şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Mustang Kids şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Zella Day - Mustang Kids Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 31 Ekim 2019 Perşembe tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

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

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

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