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Remember eighth grade Dillard Middle School
Youngin had em build a stage for him
It was cold in his household
Only momma's love kept the place warm
and drive so I will not be doing that
Driving like a fool and I live right by a school all the girlys in your school
'Cause I bet you not a fan of that
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We got keys taped underneath the seat
The work came from the Middle East
My country waring with the Middle East
But my plug speak Arabic and green
I
Where'd you learn how to steer
You do eighty in second gear
When you drive, I can't relax
Got your license from Cracker Jacks
You just hit
Always in my head like a crush in middle school
Got me on these meds, lost my head thanks to you
Look at what you do, I'm psycho over you
You could drive
We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor
Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced
I drove a hand-me-down Ford pickup truck
We had to drive ten
I keep it cranked up
In the honky tonk zone
From the old school to the new boys
Turn that bar stool, longneck noise
All the way up, lock it
suck me off while I drive
You could go from my side piece to my main bitch, just ride
And I mean main piece as my bottom bitch 'cause I can't stay loyal
You gotta let it wet your appetite
Spit it out and rap just tight
Keep a sense of humor and just kick back and laugh at life
[Chorus]
(It'll drive you
miss me
Middle finger to the dudes back in high school
'Cause you peaked at 18 cool, oh-ooh
'Cause you peaked at 18 cool, oh-ooh
You make me look so
All these women hit me at the same time in the morning
Things I be avoiding, Shantae, her middle name Shantae, anyway
She was fucking me and her ex
Drive slow homie
Drive slow homie
You never know homie might need some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
My homie Mali
shit hot Ima sizzle
Drive real far for a play got no signal
Ian worried bout a nigga got a gun in the middle
Trap real hard serving plays in the winter
in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Nowadays everything's illegal
From dating school girls to killing people
From
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
on the same block
And I met
A kid named Rob
In middle school
And he was
Friends with Conor
And I
Already knew Conor
From the Blackhawks
The soccer team
We're taking the long way home
Taking the long way home
Take me back to the middle of nowhere
Back to the place only you and I share
Remember
gushing
Thug shit back in middle school Im selling dutches
Hustling selling anything to get it bussing
I don't need my jacket on no matter what I'm
We're taking the long way home
Taking the long way home
Take me back to the middle of nowhere
Back to the place only you and I share
Remember
So we're taking the long way home
Take me back to the middle of nowhere
Back to the place only you and I share
Remember all the memories?
You-you-you-you-you (I-I-I)
Need-need-need-need-need (I-I-I)
A teacher, a preacher to school-ool you
Professor, a reverend to guide your through
You say that you drive
Tunes
Me and Lil Quill like The Boondocks
Real 1'5 shit, I got wounds
Chasin' that cash 'til my heart stop
Drive real fast, make her heart drop
Middle
I been on the road
Ain't get no sleep in three or four days
I been selling DXPE
Ain't need no loan
Just trying to get paid
I ain't ball in school
But
cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong
Look I wanna take y'all back to 7th grade, middle school
Skinny kid that everybody knew
I was a lil' cool
_@_2007_Huck_Finn_Festival.jpg/300px-Rodney_and_Doug_Dillard_(The_Dillards)_@_2007_Huck_Finn_Festival.jpg "Doug Dillard")
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