Lyrics:
niggas get killed for less!
? in a high definition,
You could probably find me on the big screen ?
Ain't this a bitch, man
And all the dirty done,
Brooks: Let me see, when you talk when you talk into that
Little Girl: Uh huh?
Brooks: That thing right there
Little Girl: Um hmm.
Brooks: It
off
Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Burnette
There was a tall oak tree
That loved a babbling brook
And the babbling brook
Loved the mountain high
And the mountain high loved the sky
crazy in the crowd when they hear ya
All this started in high school
Started rappin’ in high school
Found my passion in high school
Started snappin’ in
(Y'all Ready)
You got that high school sweetheart Love
High school sweetheart love
High school sweetheart love
High school sweetheart love
That love
He wanted to send Pinocchio to school and bring him up properly.
But Pinocchio started out as a naughty little puppet.
The first thing he did ,
as soon
You got Cain and Abel
This is an old story, friends
Aren't we past nursery school? Let's settle the matter
You have a recording of your brother
There was a tall oak tree that loved a bubblin' brook
And the bubblin' brook loved a mountain high
And the mountain high loved the sky above
they bringing no
I stay high, I stay high
Yea uh
Set my pen on autopilot
Twirling through my fingers and my thoughts still writing
Just got outta school
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
the babblin brook
Is solid ground.
And now the mountain high
don't stand so high,
And there's a cloud of smoke
That covers up the clear blue sky.
There
Timothy took his time to school,
Plenty of time he took.
But some he lost in the tadpole pool
And some in the stickle back brook.
Ever so much in
the start
BROOK up the track insane
Like I was Usain Bolt
Risin high an testifying
We’re the gravity defiant
Unexpected, petrifying
Magic like my name
Yeah I missed out, on my wonder years
Brains too jammed, I'm not thinking clear
I'm so sick of school
I used to think it was cool
Preferably high
to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam
Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be)
School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street
Ninth Ward killers throw it up
the start
BROOK up the track insane
Like I was Usain Bolt
Risin high an testifying
We’re the gravity defiant
Unexpected, petrifying
Magic like my name
the start
BROOK up the track insane
Like I was Usain Bolt
Risin high an testifying
We’re the gravity defiant
Unexpected, petrifying
Magic like my name
the start
BROOK up the track insane
Like I was Usain Bolt
Risin high an testifying
We’re the gravity defiant
Unexpected, petrifying
Magic like my name
clear look
I was at the high school reunion
Tryna chat with me was the confusion
Tryna rekindled things like a fusion
Texas studio was placed in Huston
I
(High tryna clear my mind)
(I get high)
I get high tryna clear my mind
I get high tryna make a vibe
Honestly I miss you
I might need a tissue
Lately
you work hard to get where you are
It feels good in the hot spotlight
She was a big star
Hey, she doesn't care anymore
That her high school girlfriends
her high school girlfriends cut her down
They only thought she entertain is where they are and where she is now
All her old neighbors swear they're
spied a pretty maid
A-swimming in the brook (?)
Oh, blow your winds in the mornin'
Blow your winds high ho!
Clear away the morning dew
And blow, boys,
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