More songs by Mac Miller
More songs by Empire Of The Sun
Description
Producer: Empire Of The Sun
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Composer: Peter Mayes
Performer, Associated Performer: Nicholas Littlemore
Producer: Donnie Sloan
Mastering Engineer: Mike Marsh
Engineer: Chris Vellajo
Composer, Associated Performer, Performer: Luke Steele
Composer: Nick Littlemore
Composer: Jonathan Sloan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dope shit like that, Germ.
Oh, hi.
Welcome back to Kids.
Um, follow your dreams.
Yeah.
Wanna get a mansion, a jacuzzi, a theater to watch my movies.
Couple whips and lots of fancy things. The kids, they call The Goonies, Goonies.
I see the future, crystal ball. Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.
Who the flyest white boy of them all? Got your girlfriend screening all the calls.
She bubbling, we fucking, and you cuddling. Like, "Baby, where the fuck you been?
" Don't wanna tell you she in love with him. So, so we ain't saying nothing.
You can probably tell she bluffing. 'Cause she kiss you with the mouth.
She gave me head with my concussion. Yeah, she blushing, all red. Wanna rush and go to bed.
You interrogate that bitch like you the feds. So she says she in love with a rockstar, rockstar.
Wanna smoke my weed, so she ask me where the tops are, tops are.
Oh.
Top drawer.
-Oh. -Yeah.
-How may I need you? -Ha ha.
I know,
I know.
-Just some motherfucking Kids.
-Oh, oh, oh.
Make money, fuck bitches.
How may I -need you? I know, I know. -Yeah, Pittsburgh.
-Hey. -Germ.
Hey, these hoes is drunk. Wanna come and smoke this blunt.
Then let me take 'em home and do anything I want.
I said, "Baby, I can ride ya, just let me get inside ya. " I can take you higher if you hit this vaporizer. I got that dope dick,
I'll be your supplier. You grabbing on my sheets and hitting notes like you Mariah.
Obsessed with me, undress a freak on ecstasy.
I'm out and then she texting me, like, "What you doing next week? " Next week.
Hear me now, I'm down on knees and praying, though my faith is weak.
Without you, so please, baby, please give us a chance.
Make amends and I will stand up 'til the end, a million times, a trillion more.
Oh, oh, -oh. -Man.
-How may I need you?
-I just wanted to inform y'all, I'm drunk as fuck.
-I know, I know. -Most Dope, bitch.
-Hey.
-Oh, oh, oh.
-Kids. What's up? -How may I need you?
I'm high as fuck, yeah. Yes, sir.
-I know, I know.
-I gradu- oh yeah, I just graduated high school.
Ha ha.
Hey, homie.
Don't be mad that your girl loves me. Don't count anything yet.
It's not my fault. Yeah. I'm just doing me.
Your girl love me, let her love me. You feel me? So, baby.
-Smile. -Uh-huh.
Baby, don't cry.
I will learn to fly, with you by my side.
English translation
Dope shit like that, Germ.
Oh, hi.
Welcome back to Kids.
Um, follow your dreams.
Yeah.
Wanna get a mansion, a jacuzzi, a theater to watch my movies.
Couple whips and lots of fancy things. The kids, they call The Goonies, Goonies.
I see the future, crystal ball. Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.
Who the flyest white boy of them all? Got your girlfriend screening all the calls.
She bubbling, we fucking, and you cuddling. Like, "Baby, where the fuck you been?
" Don't wanna tell you she in love with him. So, so we ain't saying nothing.
You can probably tell she bluffing. 'Cause she kiss you with the mouth.
She gave me head with my concussion. Yeah, she blushing, all red. Wanna rush and go to bed.
You interrogate that bitch like you the feds. So she says she in love with a rockstar, rockstar.
Wanna smoke my weed, so she ask me where the tops are, tops are.
Oh.
Top drawer.
-Oh. -Yeah.
-How may I need you? -Ha ha.
I know,
I know.
-Just some motherfucking Kids.
-Oh, oh, oh.
Make money, fuck bitches.
How may I -need you? I know, I know. -Yeah, Pittsburgh.
-Hey. -Germ.
Hey, these hoes is drunk. Wanna come and smoke this blunt.
Then let me take 'em home and do anything I want.
I said, "Baby, I can ride ya, just let me get inside ya. " I can take you higher if you hit this vaporizer. I got that dope dick,
I'll be your supplier. You grabbing on my sheets and hitting notes like you Mariah.
Obsessed with me, undress a freak on ecstasy.
I'm out and then she texting me, like, "What you doing next week? " Next week.
Hear me now, I'm down on knees and praying, though my faith is weak.
Without you, so please, baby, please give us a chance.
Make amends and I will stand up 'til the end, a million times, a trillion more.
Oh, oh, -oh. -Man.
-How may I need you?
-I just wanted to inform y'all, I'm drunk as fuck.
-I know, I know. -Most Dope, bitch.
-Hey.
-Oh, oh, oh.
-Kids. What's up? -How may I need you?
I'm high as fuck, yeah. Yes, sir.
-I know, I know.
-I gradu- oh yeah, I just graduated high school.
Ha ha.
Hey, homie.
Don't be mad that your girl loves me. Don't count anything yet.
It's not my fault. Yeah. I'm just doing me.
Your girl love me, let her love me. You feel me? So, baby.
-Smile. -Uh-huh.
Baby, don't cry.
I will learn to fly, with you by my side.