They've gone from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel knives
See the kid you don't like, they are messing him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a f*ck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system before they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture with all them pastels
But it's black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting f*cking bored of that
They couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can touch
What if, before you had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the f*ck are you staring for?'
Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are coming all that f*cking drummer bruh
Before you fix him there is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger 'cause
What you want ain't always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to 'cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
It ain't worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new person
The same ones who called them all worthless
They call them good for nothing, I call them cousin
I call them brother and sister, I still love them
The Briggs - Bad Apples Lyrics
The Briggs - Bad Apples Lyrics
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They've gone from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel knives
See the kid you don't like, they are messing him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a f*ck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system before they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture with all them pastels
But it's black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting f*cking bored of that
They couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can touch
What if, before you had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the f*ck are you staring for?'
Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are coming all that f*cking drummer bruh
Before you fix him there is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger 'cause
What you want ain't always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to 'cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
It ain't worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new person
The same ones who called them all worthless
They call them good for nothing, I call them cousin
I call them brother and sister, I still love them
So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel knives
See the kid you don't like, they are messing him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a f*ck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system before they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture with all them pastels
But it's black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting f*cking bored of that
They couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can touch
What if, before you had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the f*ck are you staring for?'
Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh)
Here they are coming all that f*cking drummer bruh
Before you fix him there is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger 'cause
What you want ain't always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to 'cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
It ain't worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new person
The same ones who called them all worthless
They call them good for nothing, I call them cousin
I call them brother and sister, I still love them
Writer: ADAM BRIGGS, JACOB TURIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC