Lyrics:
good time
It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all
It's some girls in your class you wouldn't mind datin'"
He like, "They young, they can't do what you can do
I'ma just be honest for a minute, I've been
all work. there's fun things to do like gym, lunch, and recess, too.
Kindergarten was easy. it was mostly play. what I was worried about was
me in the gym)
Up now for all the times I was down
No, they can't copy my sound, I'm Finna put them in the ground (Ground)
Texas girl, real country,
the one to make it rain listen dog I need my change
We was pushing weight like a golds gym boy I goes in
My nigga got flopped at the board he doing his
let it alkalize
Bang my line get up with guys
I can spare some change on the red line
Poly-phasic I'll be on my way when it's bedtime
We was in
not look like God's own country
But God is love
And I know he loves this land
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born
the gym
OGs told me keep stuntin'
Niggas hate like I wanna be him
But it's ight lil' nigga
How you claimin' you real?
But I'm already knowin' that you
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
was white, prolly still have a ghetto chick (how you doing?)
Is it a myth or would I really have a little dick (nah, it's true)
If I was white, I'd
rat
Been doing suicides in gym but see im past that
Pay close attention how you think i got the class act
You couldn't think how im thinking my thoughts
What's the world coming to?
Girls with guitars
Mothers tend to worry about
Girls with guitars
Well, Saturday nights she followed her brother
It was
Gonna live like no tomorrow
Gonna love like no tomorrow
Do you remember back when the end was nigh?
Iron curtains, tensions running high
ICBMs
sellin' bags)
I been gettin' rich
I heard you niggas mad
I heard you niggas broke
I heard you down bad
You need to work it out
Go on to your gym class
Rags to riches
Star to addict
Ya'll know how the story goes
Around every corner and playground
There's someone that who could have had it all
But for
a strong heart
They could have swore we had class in the same hall
But wasn't shooting in the gym with the same ball
Uh they ask me what it feel like
What's
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well
He
Murderer
Blood is on your shoulders
Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow
Murder
Your insides must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
Uh
He was in that last book i just flipped a new page
I was doing dumb shit but that was in my young days
I use too hooky gym class to meet him in
gave me you 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
I never lost my fuel
No credit to the gas, but I would smoke if it was sparkable
Hella niggas ask me when they see me how's the music
I respond
know how it feel (uh)
Before Nas, I ain't know 'bout a deal (I didn't)
We was movin', I ain't know 'bout the pills (not yet)
You don't know about
to walk a thin line like a thong
She looked too banging like a gong
Cheerleader so I had to bring it on
Like I hit the gym so my wave is going strong
Laser
I ain't gettin' younger, I'm a make it fuckin' happen
In the same old loop, gym class, keep on lappin'
Shitty little kid, pourin' heart out into
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