The Kids Are Alright
When I talk to you
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nose
The kids are all turning out fine
The kids are all turning out fine
Pressing on
When I'm lit I know I seem out my mind
Thats tonight only
You sit shake your head and folded arms
(Tell em bout it)
We were taught to be all lies
(Tell em bout it)
You say I don't tell you much
Imma sit down on my hands to hide my bloody wrist
We can talk all about it when this its over with
Here we are on savior shit
This never goes over well
We should get this over with
When I talk to you
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nose
The kids Are all turning out fine
When I talk to you
Being sad it gets old
No don't think do what you're told
Actually think but you don't be bold
Pipeline dreams and paths to the pros
Talm' bout dreams but keep the dreams close
Won't have peace till you get then you get old
Trouble in 3s like the migos goddamn
I rest my case, I rest my head upon my pillow
And when I lay I think about a lot of things
About all the things I damn near get to in the morning
I really don't need this chat cause
When I talk to you
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nosed
The kids are all turning out fine
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nose
The kids are all turning out fine
The kids are all turning out fine
Pressing on
When I'm lit I know I seem out my mind
Thats tonight only
You sit shake your head and folded arms
(Tell em bout it)
We were taught to be all lies
(Tell em bout it)
You say I don't tell you much
Imma sit down on my hands to hide my bloody wrist
We can talk all about it when this its over with
Here we are on savior shit
This never goes over well
We should get this over with
When I talk to you
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nose
The kids Are all turning out fine
When I talk to you
Being sad it gets old
No don't think do what you're told
Actually think but you don't be bold
Pipeline dreams and paths to the pros
Talm' bout dreams but keep the dreams close
Won't have peace till you get then you get old
Trouble in 3s like the migos goddamn
I rest my case, I rest my head upon my pillow
And when I lay I think about a lot of things
About all the things I damn near get to in the morning
I really don't need this chat cause
When I talk to you
You're so frightened
No way to know
But dammit I'm turning out fine
You hear my tales in horror
And pray I'm safe at night
Im not a snot nosed
The kids are all turning out fine
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Writer(s): Kwame Caldwell
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