Lyrics:
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
and wet,
And you just can't get high
That's when sparks fly on E Street
And the little girls walking lookin' so hot,
And the little boys' souls grow weak
today
Bought by the high school teacher
Sold it to a baptist preacher
Who couldn't pay his taxes
Cause his flock had gone astray
So the banker
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
High school nigga
And they tryin get the smoke
From out of the booth
Hahabut they're not doing a good
Job naw they ain't! Oh oh oh oh oh oh
My
about her, for few years
But now I'm not sure
Do I know her anymore
Shy guy from high school
He didn't talk so much
He asked for a pencil, on an English
am reminded
That I am ascending, by design
Like the lights overhead and
Opened eyes from the blessings
From the Most High
So I ascribe my high's most
raw.
And hip-hop was my home, I had my shoes off.
6'3 in high school, well skip a hoop dream.
If I don't blow up then maybe I'll try this school
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless,
remember the days we couldn't hardly wait to end
I was getting fucked up with a high school friend
Wondering where all the good times went
I was getting
Oh take me back to the Old School days where Arnold and Willis were chillin'
With Mr. T and Mr. D col cleanin' up the villians
Snoopy Snow Cone in
(Excuse me)
Good afternoon Rhyme School High
(Excuse me can we smoke in here playboy)
As you know we have a guest speaker today
We want you to be
flow of mine is crafted by design
To heat seek the blind, expose ya mind
Nursery rhyming dudes sound like Dr Seuss
Keep ya chick on a noose my dicks
a public execution
So I hope you walk by divine faith
You tried to put a couple chains on but
I'm the fighting type like a Primeape
I spit a tirade
Because
smile
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push and you`ll
by chance you happen to meet
This wobbly woman walking down your street,
The click of high heels on concrete
Is not the thrill of victory; it's
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
Tevy getting high on your dead folks (dead folks)
That's a no no
But we don't care so
Push it to the limit
Played me in high school
No time for
I remember how we was back in high school
You was tryna be a better you back in high school
I was worried bout just getting high back in high school
the
Broken leg barstool
In a
Dive bar near your old high school
And I
Can't help but picture you
Standing in the corner of my room
What the fuck is up with
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
know I shed some tears
All my jack is gone and I'm working on my beers
All through high school Lord knows I tried
To get the courage to tell you how I
outside because my mama in the house
Puff puff pass with your bitch ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict
Tragic,
_(cropped).jpg/300px-Newsboys_2011_(5725453448)_(cropped).jpg "Newsboys")
Discuss these high school by newsboys Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In