Opposite of Adults

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Chiddy Bang - Electronic, Rap

Opposite of Adults

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[Intro] Fresh kid Z, fresh kid C (Yes, sir) Fresh kid P, fresh kid T (Oh yeah, we back) Oh, and Xaphoon, by the way (Yeah, Jones) Yeah, Chiddy Bang And we pretty much amazing (Can we hear your new song, please?) I got you... [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party [Verse 1] Remember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence Now it's Chiddy Bang, google me the images Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader And when I park cars, I don't pay for the meter I remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best I used to touch on all the pretty girls at recess I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band, show you how the guitar feel And I could care less how y'all feel I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good "Just puff it and relax, bro" And you can get it free, don't worry about the tax though And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack But I play a Ron Burgundy, I anchor on the track like that [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up [Verse 2] Can I please get a little bit of knowledge? Somebody tell Roth that I don't love college 'Cause the real world's kinda like Real World And it's drama, so you are Svetlana And I'm just a rhymer, swimming in the water Tryna dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot Where you at, pretty lady? Show me what you got They say, "Why you rapping for the kids for?" I say, "My clothes come fitted, the Lids store" This summer you can catch me on a big tour I'm high grade, I think they need to quiz more And let me get wit' ya, don't let the kid hit ya I'm the photo album Voletta has; big picture The rule is, the dude is So up, so Chuck, I'm a cool kid [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up [Chorus] Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream Mo' money, mo' problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party I'm never growin' up

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Credits

Writers
  • Ben Goldwasser
  • Andrew VanWyngarden
  • Chiddy Bang