Lyrics:
(everybody!)
George Orwell, George Wendt, Newt Gingrich (huh!?!).
George Goebel, George Michael, George Foreman,
Chuck George (a guy I used to go to high
been a pretty one
You'd be any fella's gream come true
All the way through high school it tore
Me up to watch them as they stared
Martha Ellen Jenkins
Saw through my window last week
Though it was blinded not by curtain or the covering peaked
My curiosity was gorgeous I'm like George's first cousin
back in high school,
I thought that one day she'd be my wife.
The road took a turn it was somewhere around eighteen,
She took off to find her own
High schools done
And you are gone
But I have never
Moved along
Another day
Another dollar
You are gone
Can't make me holler
I need you
Back in my
(I get high, My limits I push)
(Subpoena your opinions, Smoking bomb George bush)
I get high, My limits I push
Subpoena your opinions, Smoking bomb
Dre
But you can call me Possum Allawishes Jenkins
Andre 3000 for short
And no I don't want to see your thongs
I kinda dig them old school cute
imitate Jalen
I wanna give back I impersonate Jenkins
I wanna go crazy just like the trick play is
I know that I'm special, I know that I'm special
high school So my
Band hit the road and we didn't play no
Skynyrd either I came of age rebellin'
Against the music in my high school parkin'
Lot It
a hurting guy
They would crack on my lips, and my powder
Saying I look like yuck without the house or ?Wig Howard?
From junior high to high school they
Uh, I still fuck with type beats off
(Let that shit breathe right there man)
(I want people to think about that shit for a second)
(Mick Jenkins
call me Possum Aloysuis Jenkins
André 3000 for short
And naaw I don't want to see your thongs
I kinda dig them old
School cute regular draws
And I will
high school,
So my band hit the road.
And we didn't play no Skynyrd, either.
I came of age rebelling against the music in my high school parking lot.
It
chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G should
On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we
mind
Woah, and he covered his tracks every time
Woah, are you satisfied?
What a life you lead, St. George
You see him teaching Sunday school, he'll
High school, she was that girl
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
High school, she was that girl
High school, she was that girl
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
High school, she was that girl
wondered then as I watched these men
Who flouted King George's might
Would redcoat hordes with
Their glittеring swords
Wreak vengeancе in the night?
Then
or else we knucklin when I get in my car my seat belt I'm bucklin
It ain't that I'm afraid but I'm trying to get paid
From a high school to bare ain't no
by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! wait a minute!
Hey this, this stuff...
I never seen one
Make your girl go Goon Lagoon
With yo
Weenie
Weenie
Hut Jr's
Mermaid Man, When I hit that cooter
In the back of the boat, with my high school crush
RIP to George Jefferson
I was man in high school, motherfucking letter men
I'm just getting better man
I'm just getting the cheeder man
Hit up Magic
cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong
I knew
Who got skinny
With Kaposi's Sarcoma
And died
Yeah, George
He was that guy
George disappeared
And Robert disappeared
And so did I
High school
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