[Verse 1]
So here's a story of a kid who had it all
Who almost lost touch but found control
Yeah, she was talking, had break it on her own
She was just like...

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I feel like a kid again
And ooh, I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Leaving a skill that stripped my soul

[Chorus]
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off, you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And bet on our races

[Verse 2]
So now I know my way back and up again
To find the lines to make me sound like him
And if I break I'll glue the seat again
And it's just like...
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I feel like a kid again
And ooh, I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Teaching a skill that strips the soul

[Chorus]
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off, you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And bet on our races

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Outro]
Ooh, I feel like a kid again
Ooh, as a criminal
Ooh, I feel like a kid again
Ooh, as a criminal