Wild Youth

I'm walking in the street

With the latest on my feet

And the hair that makes the people stop and stareI got no money, well, that's okay

Because I live from day to day

Well, I'm free to come and go just as I pleaseWild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youthMy records are so loud

I gotta hang out with the crowd

Because the usual crew are sus on what to doMom and Dad says, I can't win

Because it gets you in the end

But the fragile is the gun that shoots the manWild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youth

WildWild youth

Wild youth

Wild youthWild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youth

Wild, wild, wild, youth

...