[Verse 1: Zella Day] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Blacktop tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White light motorcade Sweeter than your baby face [Verse 2: Baby E] Small-town gang got nothing to do We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon We got big-city plans, but it always rains And the sheriff is a crook that knows me by name I said, mama was a saint and daddy was a criminal I grew up in a trailer with dreams of fucking centerfolds Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles [Chorus: Zella Day] The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out [Verse 3: Zella Day] The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Blacktop tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White light motorcade Sweeter than your baby face [Verse 4: Baby E] Small-town gang, yeah, we get so bored That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids Only doing what we want and don't take no shit I might seem wild, but mama raised a gentleman In another life, no telling who I would've been Knight or a king or a boxer in the ring But I'm just me, so I sing [Chorus: Zella Day] The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out [Bridge: Zella Day] Ooh, ooh I been hearing all these things about you (Ooh) Creepin' into all the things that I do (Ooh) I been hearing all these things about you (Ooh) About you, about you (Ooh) [Verse 5: Zella Day] The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Blacktop tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White light motorcade Sweeter than your baby face