The Kids Aren’t Alright (Remix) Fall Out Boy (Ft. Azealia Banks)
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[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
Break down
Let me tell you how I get it up
Uh, run the town with my number one
Together we the deuce
Numbers in pursuit for the loot
His best friend was Banks
Now we cashing out at Drew's
On a way from my new
New thing, new thing
Oh yeah, hooray
When I'm calling out to you
When I'm falling out the coupe
Hold me down like a crown
You a king, it's supreme on the soup
I'mma come clean, I'm addicted to you
The kitty get chills when you rolling up
Rolling down the highway in new
Let me tell truth, I like me some you
And if you alright with me, then a bride got a groom
[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]
Stuck in the jet wash
A bad trip I couldn't get off
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew
Overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black street
And with the black banners raised
As the crooked smiles fade
Former heroes who quit too late
Who just wanna fill up the trophy case again
Break down
Let me tell you how I get it up
Uh, run the town with my number one
Together we the deuce
Numbers in pursuit for the loot
His best friend was Banks
Now we cashing out at Drew's
On a way from my new
New thing, new thing
Oh yeah, hooray
When I'm calling out to you
When I'm falling out the coupe
Hold me down like a crown
You a king, it's supreme on the soup
I'mma come clean, I'm addicted to you
The kitty get chills when you rolling up
Rolling down the highway in new
Let me tell truth, I like me some you
And if you alright with me, then a bride got a groom
[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]
Stuck in the jet wash
A bad trip I couldn't get off
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew
Overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black street
And with the black banners raised
As the crooked smiles fade
Former heroes who quit too late
Who just wanna fill up the trophy case again
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