Lyrics:
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
when I say I count base
Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers
Bumped into my high school teachers
They said I wouldn't be nothing,
and I like Catholic boys
Fuck, check him out
Skinny punk by the bar
I've talked to him before
But I never seem to get very far
He's got that high school
jazz when I say I count base
Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers
Bumped into my high school teachers
They said I wouldn't be
Mowing the lawns at a high school in Arlington
And who's the richer man?
Oh oh oh oh oh (3x)
Who's the richer man?
Charles made a lot on Wall Street
chilling with my Partners my round
[Verse 2]
Made a left on Sherry Street back when that was Jo Lyn
Behind the high school where all them niggas use to throw
to the rink, the Arlington Skatium rink
We would turn up for Super Sunday, then go back to school on Monday
You'd leave your n***a, to come on with me
someone say HI
Dis bwoy ah roll tru high school dayz
Me IQ raise when d High Grade raise
Aye! Like third world I'm committed
To weed Me doh Shitted
Blood
at D sky,
High like the Greeting someone say HI,
Dis bwoy ah roll tru high school dayz,
Me IQ raise when d High Grade raise.
Aye!
Like third world
here
After all these years
Wondering if I was a part of it all
I'm all washed up and outta fucks
High school sucks
Ran into my freshman teacher
He taught
stupid, you know how we do it
(Only visit theme parks or foreign exchange students)
valencia (get up) UCF (stand up)
Both: And all the high schools sing it
givin' out the code?
Goddamn
Ayy, Millz, show 'em how it's done
I knew this freak named Tonya from around the way
She used to go to Catholic school
Catholic school then its college debt
Then its financial collapse than that again
Plus the family I always wanted to start but'll probably never get
Its like
I'm so glad I am one
Nurds
When I was a young girl
I went to Catholic school
Hung around all the nuns
That was so uncool
All the other
The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z crush!
Uh the high yella, with the acapella
She say it ain't about the cheese
It's the way we chop
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
his life
To make sure that I would have one
As I learned in Sunday School, is God took care
Of who's ready to disrespect, my mother and father would
it's the gangs, or the colors that we're wearin'
Maybe it's the high schools, maybe it's the teachers
Tattoos, pipe bombs underneath the bleachers
Maybe
An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, like a high school babe
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale
Around
Trynna find my purpose
Labeled ghetto by the rich kids
Had me hurting
Next comes high school
It didn't get no better
By then i wrote at least
A hundred
Day School of the Sacred Heart
And all girl's school and they all were hot
You better come on the double
These Catholic High School girls are in trouble
thinking bigger figures daily, money on my mind
Can't be down always backwoods I'm staying high
Getting paid paying bills so I'm grinding hard
Dropped out
and our old neighborhood
As everyone moves on, oh here I fucking stood
Things were easy
Back in high school
I want to makeout
At the place that I showed
schools but don't give them no tips
About aiming high making sure they're focused
Instead I teach em bout head shots only
Like aim high and make sure you
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