Lyrics:
the best damn days of my life
These the best damn days of my life, my life
Well people always told me these the best days
These days, high school feeling
bitch
The first time I fucked a white bitch
I was sixteen at the Palisades
Fumblin' my grades, I traveled with the team
The apache life, Centennial
knew was either crip or piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my
knew was either crip or piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my
my Impala like I love this shit, Blood
Wasn't never 'bout a dollar, I just love this shit, Blood
Scrapping after school, Compton High wasn't bool
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
these people often falling short
Sometimes I just need to hear you say that you love me
To kind of
Get to like where the fuck we were in high school
Not
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees
What an insult to be shown the door
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees, too bad
What an insult to be shown the door
friends in a short span
And my shit just about to hit the fan
And when it happens I'm poppin off like smirnoff at a high school party
I'm never ever
Tried to hit in high school, she actin' brand new
Met a bitch who Piru, booty hella fat bro
Makin' sure my next ho, better than my last ho
Bitch in
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
of the high school football team. He was crushed by a barbell while weightlifting. His family buried him in his jersey. He was clutching a football signed by
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees, too bad
What an insult to be shown the door
got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all
Lights high!
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling
more then I do
New body
But thats cool
Use to blaze her back in high school
Matthew Williams
I might double sock it
Bitch you want a man
So much
Rob's room, smoking out the window
We stepping on the track
Like a fucking insole
Remember back in high school, don't you be part of my plan
Now we
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