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Do the adults in your country talk bad about the things we're doing wrong?

They call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
Thanks to the stork, my legs spread
So call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
My teacher who was born with a gold spoon and chopsticks

At a part-time job, it’s passion pay
At school, it’s the teachers
The superiors’ violence
The number of generations in the media everyday

Change the rules, change change
The storks want it, want it, maintain
It won’t work that way BANG BANG
This isn’t normal
This isn’t normal

Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim
As expected of the stork
Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim

As expected of storks, they don’t disappoint
As expected of storks, they earn their name
As expected of storks, they’re the boss
As expected of storks, of storks

They call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
Thanks to the stork, my legs spread
So call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
My teacher who was born with a gold spoon and chopsticks

I have the legs of a crow-tit, you have the legs of a stork
They said, “my legs are worth a million dollars”
Mine are short, how can you do the same events
They say, if it’s the same meadow, it’s it okay
Never Never Never

Change the rules, change change
The storks want it, want it, maintain
It won’t work that way BANG BANG
This isn’t normal
This isn’t normal

Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim
As expected of the stork
Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim
(As expected of them)

Saying that it’s my fault, you’re joking, right?
Saying that it’s fair, oh are you crazy
Saying that this is justice
You must be kiddin’ me
You must be kiddin’ me
You you must be kiddin’ me

Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim
As expected of the stork
Ah, quit your efforts on singing that song
Ah, my two hands and feet are shriveling up
Ah, effort effort, ah, effort effort
Ah, the chances are slim
As expected of the stork

We’re crow-tit, we don’t disappoint
We’re crow-tit, we earned our name
We’re crow-tit, let’s live together
We’re crow-tit, crow-tit

[Refrain: Suga & J-Hope]
They call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
Thanks to the stork, my legs spread
So call me crow-tit
We were cursed at, this generation
Quickly, chase ’em
My teacher who was born with a gold spoon and chopsticks

 
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