Lyrics:
on honey what's the name of your thrillWe're gonna shake itCome on baby, let's find that hillWe're bound to make itMood's high and I'm dryCome on, come
(Alright, well I'm twenty-six so I've lived here for twenty-six years)
(I married my high school sweetheart so we've been mar-)
(We've been
don't see the ends of my paper like P.S nigga
But damn in high school you had the fattest ass
And now me out of high school, you got a fatter ass
Swear
of hush-your-mouth, 'n Joe South and that's home to me
California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue
In LA there's always something to do,
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
I
and school, at everything she tried
Everybody's darlin' led a charmed and peaceful life
The perfect mountain angel 'til he arrived
And ohh, she fell so
that dude
I’m keeping you like my house
On the hill in Malibu
Them other niggas is old news like old school
You keep me Bran’Nu, You are my soul school
I
Now, we soar high to our dreams
We make it possible (repeat chorus)
Seize The Moment With Summer Hill School - 2
Chorus:
Don’t be afraid to aim high
Mmmm
See he's organized
And he's on the ball
Never miss a day of school
And he's an underdog
Wanna learn more and more
Pa and mama taught him
Hey, hey
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Come a ti-yi
Hey
Went off to high school
When I was thirteen
I was kind of advanced
If you know what I mean
Ran into
a high school vamp
Screamin' at a homey like an old tube amp
Up, down, sideways, goin' in and out of phase
Everybody asks me why I kiss the girls
slowin' down
This merry go 'round
We think the first time's good enough
So we hold on to high school love
Say we won't end up like our parents
Tiny
used to belong
To Cuba Gooding Jr.'s uncle
A friend of mine in high school
Had jury duty with Art Garfunkel
One time I was staying in the same hotel
wrong with that, batter up
Well this next young batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high
slowin' down
This merry go 'round
We think the first time's good enough
So we hold on to high school love
Say we won't end up like our parents
Tiny
I imagined a clear bell echoing in the hills
Behind curtains of rain
In the hills behind the high school
So I opened the door and went there
Good morning niff-nods and stoners
I would like to welcome you to Nathanael Hill High School
The home of the scholars, the home of the impalas,
baby don't worry
I'll take it slow
This ain't my first
No clothes rodeo
My name in high school
Was Joe Blow
But that's beside
The point
Because
in the murder town
My high school homies sold crack, through songs
You can't get right through the team like two wrongs
Mad criminal minded cream
But she prayed to the gods
Both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love.
There's a school on the hill
Where the songs of dead
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
began
Soon they were the rave of all the high school hops
And satin suits all dressed to kill
Soon Tommy's boys became top of the pops
But then the money
to high school
Get out of this house
Go jump in the lake, go jump out the door
Get out of this house
I've had all I can stand and I can't stand no
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