Radio Edit - Spose

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this one’s for the kids

Oh yeah, oh yeah, so I’m not gonna say sh-

Or fu-, or any words you can’t say kindergarten

All my six year-olds here getting started

This that one you can play in the car without having to turn the swears down

You don’t need a radio edit, this is the radio edit, it’s right here now

I am tired of the fresh beat, banned songs

So I had to make that «bump it in the van» song

Backseat, how you feel, how you feel now?

(Woo!)

Let’s hit Wendy’s, hit McDonald’s, happy meal now (Woop)

We’ll get the toy you want so bad

But I know like in a month, I’ma be throwing that toy out

Man, it’s sort of divine

Riding 'round with a six year-old sort-of-a mind

Let’s watch Frozen for the hundred-fortieth time

And pretend we’re still shocked when Hans is a bad guy

(Spoiler alert!) This the moms' and the dads' rhymes

(Tuck it in the shirt) Let’s sing along in the Dodge

Like your daughter learned every word to Nicki Minaj

That she heard on the radio, way to go

This is for the moms in the front seat (front seat)

Coupons, on her way to buy lunch meat (I see you, mom!)

I know you’re at the park with your daughter nowadays

But you still know every word to «Forgot About Dre»

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this one’s for the kids

Oh yeah, oh yeah, so I’m not gonna say sh-

Or fu-, or any words you can’t say in the first grade

All my two year-olds go, «It's your birthday!»

This that one you can play in the car without having to turn the swears down

You don’t need a radio edit, this is the radio edit, it’s right here now

We’re not there yet, are we?

If you playing Barbies

Listening to Barney, we gon' throw a party

'til we’re scanning Arnies from Cameron to Carly

If you’re in a car seat, put your sippy cups in the air right now

Throw the food on the floor a little more, in the high chair right now

Crayons on the door if you don’t care right now

I know sometimes I spit it explicit

Sticker on my CD from all my elicit linguistics

I’m tryin' to fix it, I guess that is mainly what this is

So I won’t say the A word, the B word

The C word, the D word, the E word, the F word

Eliminate the guess work so you could drive a while

Couple miles with your hands off the dial

You know I got your back, mom, if you like rap songs

But you don’t like when your kid says

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this one’s for the kids

Oh yeah, oh yeah, so I’m not gonna say sh-

Or fu-, or any words you can’t say kindergarten

All my six year-olds here getting started

This that one you can play in the car without having to turn the swears down

You don’t need a radio edit, this is the radio edit, it’s right here now

I am tired of the fresh beat, banned songs (Sorry Twist)

So I had to make that «bump it in the van» song

This that one you can play in the car without having to turn the swears down

(Turn it up!)

You don’t need a radio edit, this is the radio edit, it’s right here now

First grade

(Forget it, Jerry! That’s my line, not yours)

(Shut up, Kayla. So eat it, get it, Jerry)

Shout out to Bridget, shout out to May

Shout out to Lily and Daisy and Cal

I be in the place right now

Say, «Ah yeah!»

Ah, yeah!

Say, «Ah yeah!»

Ah, yeah!

Say, «Bleep!»

Bleep!

Say, «Bleep!»

Bleep!

Ah, yeah!

You don’t need a radio edit, it’s right here now

Ah, yeah!

Say, «Turkey burgers»

Turkey burgers

Get it, Jerry!

(Get it, Jerry! And that’s mine)