Lyrics:
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
the black or the light Timbs
White boys look, act, and rap like Slim (hi)
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk, high schools with metal
Yeah, back in the high school
Yeah, they're so cool
Letterman jackets in the parking lot
Dragging on a Camel light, back behind the Five and Dime
richer,
I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city,
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy,
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from
We need help in our city, people, we need a lot of help in our town
We need a lot of help in our city, you know, we need a lot of help in our town
we both quit high school
There was way too many people there makin' way too many rules
Makin' way too many rules
So we got no education, but we
the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
showing up twenty late, finding hearts and rules to break
Why would he wanna change when every memory still bows to him?
But this ain't high school
The city is my jungle gym
Look at this big great world that we're living in
There's lots of fun to be had on these streets
We can take a ride just
If you get a little dirt on your new boots
If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze
If them school boys ain't got no luck
'Cause you start
like a superstar
Roblox City, he's the avatar
Collecting coins, jumping high and low
Adam's the king, now watch it show
Adam is the one short-hair, got
The city is my jungle gym
Look at this big great world that we're living in
There's lots of fun to be had on these streets
We can take a ride just
smiling thinking to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of America
It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride
the frame
Use a high ASA
I Like the grain
Flip the script
Start to trip
Grabbed my hip
Did the dip
Rent a car
Go upstate
Hit the waterfall
Jump in a lake
Step
Nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
Ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea (we got five on it)
How we do
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school
city or a one horse town
Growin' up can bring you down
High school is wildfire
It's like walkin' the high wire
Oh, high school is wildfire
It's
a parking lot down and outer
Under that high school bleacher
I drove that preacher's daughter crazy
Her mama was my homeroom teacher
And her dad was
the sides of these mountains
Oh these great sleeping Adams
Who are lonely even here in paradise
Lonely for somebody to kiss them
And I'll sing my song
Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there
High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare
It's easy to see she's got her style down pat
Got
WE MARCH INTO THE CITY WOUNDED BUT SOUND
SHOWERED BY THE PRAISES FROM THE UNCLEAN CROWDS
INSIDE THE THRONE ROOM WE FEEL SO AT EASE
IT'S AS GOD
me school yah
Screaming Thug Life nigga
When I do yah
It's the last of the drank
Pull over
Can't hear a damn thang
Sober
High 'Til I
All through school he did real well got a good job in the sawmill yeah
But he wanted more so he went away
As he stepped on board the 8-0-2 he could
and don't talk back
When I die, lay me down with my Pontiac
Tell those high school queens of mine
That the prom was for your monkey shine
Summer night
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