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when you have under 1000 bucks
"yo bro i got 100 bucks for my bday! im kid rich!"
The kid(s) of missionaries.
Hey, who are them new kids in town?
Oh, they're misch kids -their parents are of Jesus (saving peoples' souls to Heaven).
Another term for the sticky, white male ejaculate.
I shot my sticky kids inside of my girlfriend the other day impregnating her.
1. Someone who tries to be good at something and isnt so at the same time they seek favoritism and acceptance with a community of people.
2. A lame ass dude that doesn’t have “real” friends.
Jake: Kyle’s car isn’t even that cool.
Gary: I know! He’s a clout kid.
1. Someone who tries to be good at something and isnt so at the same time they seek favoritism and acceptance with a community of people.
2. A lame ass dude that doesn’t have “real” friends.
Jake: Kyle’s car isn’t even that cool.
Gary: I know! He’s a clout kid.
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you'll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don't make a new story
(Kind hearts) don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-la
La la la la-la la, sing
La la la la-la la-la
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that's better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don't try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go, baby
New York to east California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-la
La la la la-la la, sing
La la la la-la la-la
La la la la-la la
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America