☎️ Come On, Tell Me, Who Are You? (Who Are You?) 📇
GTA 6: The Kids Are Alright, But Where's My Car? A sliding-rhyme tribute to the generation that remembers life before Grand Theft Auto . We had Atari , we had Pac-Man , We had a Walkman in our hand. We survived the eighties, big hair and MTV , Now GTA 6 wants to take us on a spree! Vice City’s calling , the neon is bright, Another young criminal is stealing the night. We remember Miami Vice , Crockett and Tubbs, Now everybody's robbing digital clubs! Oh, what a time to be alive , We used to drive without a hard drive! No missions, no maps, no virtual crime, Just questionable fashion and terrible hairlines. Now here's GTA, with its glamorous crime , A billion-dollar playground, right on time. The graphics are stunning, the streets are alive, But can somebody tell me how to survive? My knees make a noise when I get out of bed , The kids steal Ferraris while I'm seeing red. They've got virtual money, they've got virtual fame, And somehow my grandson...