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Or working in the garage with my dad in high school
Or now, hanging out with my friend Conner and building stuff in his shed
That smell of sawdust just uh,
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could
though
What up to Judge D since back in junior high school
Johnny Rich? that's my man Mr. Brando
My partner in crime with the gangsta flow
Daddy X, Big
school
Shawty got a new Glock and he acting a fool
And he don't shoot pool
But he keep the stick on him he like what we finna do
Best friend be blue
of the night
My friends and I, sometimes we cry
But we know we're not alone, and so we'll all be alright
And everything sucks in high school
But honestly none
Let's go
I found my best friend, he's been there right from the start
We once met in high school, full of dreams in our heart
We shared the tears,
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
a helluva fun'ral
The finest fun'ral ever booked:
I had some high school juniors who passed around petunial
And lilies everywhere you looked.
It was
Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bomb
Hot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage mom
Knocked up by some thug named Russ in
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
except the two under my feet
Couples classmates came with me but we were really never close
Some turned to my real friends,
high schools where I met my
a win to me
I decided just to put it back in the Trinity
Cause high school was gonna change my proximity
But during this time my parents were pastors
Talking bout don't you remember me family
I was down with you back in high school
Naw I remember how you played me for a fool
I don't need no fake friends
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
my best friend drive
She said, "How does it feel to be you?"
I said, "It's alright, I really think I peaked in high school"
She said, "That isn't
she's too perfect
Hell I doubt she even notice me
When we spoke I just fumbled
Sounded so dumb so I tried to let it go
By the end of high-school I pretend
real a targets on your back
That's just to say
If I don't bump your shit, it doesn't mean it's wack
I hate to say
Most our friends from high school
Middle school was lame
Graduated 8th grade
Thinkin' I wouldn’t see my friends again
About to move to Oregon
It didn’t happen
Ended up living in
to high-school
They stayed around the corner bur shit, I never knew
Me and Kisel Ken in the basement playing drums, making music
Watching for some yellow diamonds
of mine
Pause, hehe
Back in high school when we would just be stupid
I was in trio that was like the Three Stooges
We had Pinoy Larry and Greek Curly bro
I
the guy
No I said we had a phone call
You must have been high
Fam you said you used to go school with the youth
Your messing with my head
I knew rolling
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