Lyrics:
Church of God
Red Lake High School
Virginia Tech
Westroads Mall
Northern Illinois
Fort Hood massacre
Oikos University
Aurora theater shooting
Sikh temple
when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get
to the nose it'll make him slip
This nigga failing high school get a grip
Hoodie don't mean shit if it don't got a zip
Wok still got more it still got a sip
empty spaces behind the construction scaffolding to sleep in.
I also slept in the World Trade Center. It was close to my high school. There was a Ben
it on some ol' high performance, Catastrophic
Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
[Chorus:]
It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
Like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort"
He hears the high
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home
Like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
"He must be from the fort"
He hears the high
with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when
high school
All around fools it's feeling like cesspool
Having daydreams of staying at Nobu
Fly away, LA, yea, that's what I'ma do
Goddamnit, I'll own
just to walk the talk on tight ropes
You know I been ill don't need no doc to diagnose
I'm K.U the hotshot I aim for the top spot
Way I magically school
climb slow
Than going high and flat fall
Tous les haineux trouvent leurs claviers orgasmiques
Balancer leurs commentaires de merde leur donne la trique
on that fucker
I hung around with the killaz
To get away from the drama
They show me how to roll blunts
And where to get Marijuana
I pissed high school away
East Side (Cleburne) shi*t since the late 90s
If you looking for me it ain't really hard to find me
Back in high school is when I really started rhyming
and live on LYRICIST
Shinobi with the mic I hold it like a rasengan
If I was doing this High School I swear I would've been on
In class I wasn't really
Secoue tes hanches, prends ta chance
On joue pas en papier mâché
C'est le Québec qui balance, de la old-school revampée
Tranquille on dynamite, nos vibes
me love
Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)
I go and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is
of a feather, we on the same page
Since high school, four crews, whatever came our way
Your kids is my kids, vice-versa
You ain't ask who the beef with, only
need a coroner
Some shit I seen isn't pretty so I go crazy on the floor
Slide through, get loose, bass unleash us
Fuck school, no rules, hot for
""What happened to my 20s?""
40s, you grow a little pot belly, you grow another chin
The music starts to get too loud
One of your old girlfriend from high
No I can't lie, been a hot minute I been feelin blue
2019, been a hot minute, now I think I'm cool
Learned so much ever since I dropped out of school
high school
My anatomy teacher
Mr. Gulick
Said what's your age
Oh you look older
Like eighteen
He proceeded to try
And flirt with me
I was a minor
I was
the coolest even High School
Yea I'ma let the beat bill and then kill it again
Ain't look back since I touched the Pro Tools
I did it all by myself, ain't need
school, Kathleen and Mary
They looked much older than the rest of us
They had shiny brown hair and almost matching faces
Long, long legs strapped into
it woulda lasted
My life soared right past
I wish I were a kid
VERSE 2
Wish I were a kid
Like in High School
I first learned about
Salad Fingers
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