[Verse 1: Ludwig Kronstrand]
They want more than a million in the bank
Everyone votes red but still hate on the taxes
No one wants to decide but everyone wants the power
They live in the city but call it the hoods
I'm the same but I set my chances
No one comes in, “No, what? I know the guard”
Nothing is too late but trying to be brave
Only drink pure, no milk in my coffee
My buddy is lost, he snorted an annual salary
Now black cars stand outside him on the night
Everyone wears cycling pants now on festivals
Everyonе hunts followers but who will lead the pack?
Am I bеtter alone? Drive too fast behind the wheel
Soon kissed every beautiful girl in Stockholm
Can't go out, need to watch my shoulder
The city wakes up before I go to bed

[Chorus: Ludwig Kronstrand]
I'm a child of our time, I would break free
Too live in second hand is my only option
I lived upstairs, almost like collective
And our neighbors from Italy, they drank too much wine
Standing with my feet on, feel the ground is hard
Regret that I didn't drink water yesterday
But what matter now when it rains on the Southside?
Now I hear the neighbor play Primetime
[Verse 2: Noel Flike]
I have a friend who says he knows what love is
But he subscribes on chlamydia letters
And every Wednesday he went out and with safety
Then he woke up every Thursday without
Here no one know anyone but
Everyone is your best friend
Until they throw you to the vultures
To stab you in the back later
But everyone wants to be CEO, no one wants to BB
Everyone writes “Whore kid” in their resume
Everyone wants to be real, boys make wrong steps
Someone buys sex and cries in TV

[Chorus: Noel Flike]
I'm a child of our time, filled with idiocy
I maybe shoot up a school or I take my life
I maybe travels away to pure my soul
And I don't care about what you call carbon dioxide
And I search sometimes, I get punched sometimes
I should move somewhere where no one knows my name
So why does it matter now when it rains on the Westside?
It will always be the best life

[Bridge: Ludwig Kronstrand]
No one wants to go up but work isn't optionally
Everyone wants to be drunk but no one wants to be hangover
Everyone wants to live big but not big in Bagis
Everyone wants to be stars but no one wants to be famous
Here no one wants to live but no one wants to die
No one wants to go in if they have to stand in line
No one wants to work for someone but wants a salary
At least as big as a bank director
[Verse 3: Dante Lindhe]
They go to the same places, every weekend, same parties
They fuck the same people and call each other after
And their job is to go on paid vacation
With the same people they talk shit about on the toilet
Let me explain a thing, you have such a good ideal
When everyone looks you're phenomenal
Treat friends from the hoods like an accessory
And singing the n-word on parties when you party private
They like ketamine and cocaine and a lot of LSD
Have ADHD but they call it a superpower
They talk about it and suddenly they get a book contract
It must be hard to fight to stay relevant
Because everyone stabs everyone
So respect to you who study komvux or KTH
No one will save the world because the profit is too low
So they capitalize on their own daughter or son

[Chorus: Ludwig Kronstrand]
I'm a child of our time, take a loan on credit
I buy real expensive clothes and mortgages my car
I maybe betray a friend to go on events
Braid my hair and I don't see any problems
Standing with my feet on, feel the ground is hard
I don't want any child but still skip condom
So in collaboration with every bastard you know
Should you check your friends
[Outro: Ludwig Kronstrand]
No one wants to go up but no one works
Sitting live, talking with losers
Boys do gang signs but they live in Bromma
This one if for Sweden, welcome to Stockholm
Here we dance to woman degrading music
They cancel their mother if it gives publicity
They talk with the police but pretend to be a G
I'm ashamed of whom I am, I'm a child of our time