Lyrics:
(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
Zaro would be the one you knew
Dancing way back since high school
Now I'm 'bout to blow up like Goku
Straight saiyan man
Third eye open up in Neverland
AIN'T GIVE A FUCK, WHEN I WENT TO C-HILL
(Naughty, Naughty)
Bitches be calling and Collin, like Sexton
But, ain't do no Sextin', when Collin, was Hill
Na na na na
The high school burnout scene
Na na na na
Na na na na oh
Na na na na
The high school burnout scene
You were king of the hill (Of
you bring a friend for
You ain't use to niggas who be trapping
But baby fuck ya ex
That nigga only acting
I met you back in high school
You told me keep
voy por la Collins
Clónate Dolly que nunca no serás
Samuel fuckin' Varela
De Caracas Venezuela
Soy mi propia disquera
Me aman las fresas y las
problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (swerve)
And, god, my Phil Jackson
And somehow he blessed me with
had to relocate in the hills
Peace of mind, kick back, how it feels
Get high forget all my problems
Get high forget all my problems
So I had to relocate
down on Collins, VS diamonds make them hoes lush
Yeah, they got it and we got it too, but they still chose us
They had the drop but froze up, they
differently
Seen it back in high school
But now I know she's meant for me
But this time
Won't be like the last time
The man that I was last time
Left him in my
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
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
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
He a lil' shooter, he ain't got no bitches, I get one my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whippin' the 'Rari on Collins, givin' 'em hell
She
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
funky since I was in high school
Growin up in that Bootsy's rubber band
In '76, seen a mothership land
Nothin but funk all in your face
I like to slow
forget I, let's get high
Let me rest with Columbines or Collin's mind
Either way I'm fine, just let me be, I'll rest in misery no mystery, purple lean like
at suicide hill
Wooh oh oh oooohhh
Days up at suicide hill
Up at suicide hill
I remember back in school
I was moving through
Like supersonic boom
Shooting
your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love baby
I
E so fun Bisola ati Folake say mo wa okay
I come a long way, now the world know me
You were my high school crush frontin’ on me
You were my high
wilders, y'all
Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
(x4)
[Big Boi]
Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin'
Not in the high school
I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
I'm in a old school Dodge Charger, flyer than a Red Robbin
I got goons and I got goblins, I ball hard like
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm,
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
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