Memories

[Introduction]
Kid 1: It's my turn!
Kid 2: No, it isn't!
Kid 1: It's my turn! Let me get-
Kid 2: Okay-
Kid 1: Let me go first!
Kid 2: Okay, you play a game of hopscotch-
Kid 1: [? Three upfront!]
Kid 2: Okay, it's my turn [?]
Kid 1: It is not! My turn!
Kid 2: [? You're getting all the] fun!
(Incoherent discussion)

Kid 1: Come on! Come on!
Kid 2: I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Luui]
[? If] the kids [? are found] I'm considered a thief
Why would I consider the fee
I got a couple kids to feed, so we can't afford to dream
So we fall in love in this mysoginistic breeze
Hold it to the police beated for beatings
It's easily followed, philosophical obstacles
Robbed his lunch money and walk it off and he's off to school

[Verse 2: Luui]
(Ah!) Open my stitches with some rusty kitchen cutlery
I tried to tell these niggas that they never should have fucked with me!
I was on board
White knight and a horse
White knights with a horse
Slice, slice from a sword
Why fight for the [? vorse]?
These knights are [? cold alert]
I think I was around nine, when I realised I was different
[? Not] survive, who won't fit as a [? good survivor], the one who fits in
And [? the only place *or* , yo, every place] I fit, with a description of a [? baby]
[? Asked to be faded] [?] and to Iggy Azalea
[? Dressed in vivid stranger] with a frickin' different [? eighties]
Acidic remedies mixed with [?] pissing angel dust
[? Was swallowing a shepherd's] [?]
[?] all of my possessions
Put a demonic possession for all the things we're obsessed with

[Outro: Luui]
Darling, hold it down
Darling, hold it down
Darling, hold it