Lyrics:
I wanna tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
my memory
Now they say that they have music
In that home beyond the sky
Now there's one song I'll request if I
Should get there by and by
Well, there
sit there by the river
And listen to the freeway
Just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew (ohh)
Well now when I look back
Over blue skies and smoke
When I was younger I used to wonder like
If I was singing songs, just to sing the songs
Or if was singing cause that's what the bitches wanted
I
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
didn't know that because on the day she met him the step family were bigging him up using my accomplishments and that made him seem like the man and she
can't breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O'er the land of the free
And the home of depraved
With a rope on my
other way I'd rather spend my time
Than just kicking back with my
Baby by my side watching DVDs on the sofa
East Enders and Oprah
Play fight to making
a little bit deeper
Won't stop my heart beats a little bit faster
All I need is in you
So let's run away
Remember when we were a little bit younger
Sat by
in my head, what (Well)
You see, it's funny how it goes
Feeling like the fucking shit
Next day you're running out of hope, and
I know this shit is
Hold his hand
Look to the stars together
Say, I don't know where you're going, Jesus
But I know we'll see each other again one day
I will look into your
walk through the valley, need a rider by my side
Tryna limbo from the lies and they often wonder why
I have no piece or love for thee cause all they ever
By the Orchard where I spent my younger days
Well I can't say how I feel on worst days
How many years of my worth, babe
Do I owe to my home base?
To cigarettes that were saturated
Infatuated with the high not did a day go by
That I wasn't intoxicated kept my brain on fry
Eighth grade in rehab dog that ain't
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
and told the story
Raw day dreams of holding glory
Junior high,
Hall way king
Lockin' faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take
around
But she’s got me sleeping better now
Well, Junior Year hit me like a ton of bricks
Laying the foundation for my cracked heart to split
So I studied
Not sure if they gon say they remember me
You see how far our people came barely keepin peace
But until my dying day making sure that we see
Better
on that stage as well
Cut to college, I'm 19, yeah I'm a sophomore
In a sketch group that my friends and I had formed
Every night we'd write a million jokes
Tables turned and ain't no seat well you didn't play your part today
Probably when they took my sis- that shit took my heart away
Niggas tryna take my life
the computer till late noon
It's like my life is passing by so soon
Sometimes I don't shower for days
I just shit with the door wide open
Sing my blues in
distractions that change my perception (Perception)
You'd go for days tryna read me and my inventory
Talking 'bout stormy days it's been four years now I'm sick
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