OutKast Kids

Two kids, too cool to wait in line Two drunks stumble in the back door

Cheap booze stole from the liquor store Now we're too deep in it, we can never remember

It and our teenage years, nicotine and adrenaline

In your half-ounce hoodie, there's a party at Ricky's

And the outcast kids smoking weed on the back porch

If you want more, and you got all night

We'll be running from the cops, when they're kicking down the front door

Too far gone, everything that we hoped for One more last good time

We'll be crashing the car in the side of your high school

Paint the halls, sign our names in the bathroom