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to bus with me
But I would say girl don't be dumb, I'm riding shotgun
We could go to my house after school after school, after school
Cause my dad don't
I will
That's right

Years went by and she hit eighteen
And left home for the art-school scene
To paint the people of the shadows and the faces unseen
it in my face or even read it on my palm
Leader of the new school it's proven and it's known
I'm sittin' in a chair but in the future it's a throne
I
oh girl heart is in a slang
Call me heartbreak Drake I'm the hardest one to tame
As a man I'm just honest as a artist I'm a king
With my own set
your girls heart is in a slain
Call me Heartbreak Drake
I'm the hardest one to tame
As a man, I'm just honest
As an artist, I'm the king
With my own
cocktails

Girls used to like to be school teachers, gradually becoming stenographers
We next hear of them as lecturers, authors and engineers
There is no
I once knew a girl 
I can't remember her name but I remember her face 'cause her sister looked the same.

They both left school, but they couldn't
All we wanted was opportunity
Just Blaze, Lord Knows!

It’s your worst nightmare, it’s my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what
All we wanted was opportunity
Just Blaze, Lord Knows!

It’s your worst nightmare, it’s my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what
I once knew a girl
I can't remember her name
But I remember her face
'Cause her sister looked the same

They both left school
But they couldn't
his darkest angel probably but he still got me
I'm gettin' mine but still I better lives
And shit I set aside to make sure my people are gettin' by
The Preacher
Jump In The Motor
Let The Kisses Cascade
I'm The Love Commando This Is A Raid
If Love Is An Art, Baby I'm Surreal
With You By My Side
Can't
know ain't nothing mini by the mini-me
Foreplay your art class, the sex is the symphony
Have you busting them back-to-back like I wanted fifty feet
The Preacher
Jump In The Motor
Let The Kisses Cascade
I'm The Love Commando This Is A Raid
If Love Is An Art, Baby I'm Surreal
With You By My Side
Can't
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders 
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade 
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids 
Walking
these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
Getting lots in return for being substance-less.
You're too caught in semantics to see it,
But you're
called friends and them girls too
Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you
As he sat there in his chair looking out the window
I'm thinking when you
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say 
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes 
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends
All we wanted was opportunity
Just Blaze, Lord Knows!

It’s your worst nightmare, it’s my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what
[Fat Lip]
She was my high school sweetheart down from start 
When all I had was high hopes my health and my art 
But when I got fame she became unsure
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimming in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophomore year had a 1st minaj
Better
Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I want to stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some
Yeah
Yeah

Art of seduction
Hoes jump like Vince Carter backstage like they apart of production
We talked about her dreams you gotta start off with