Lyrics:
Flowers grow in the spring
Everything is alive
Yet it rains sometimes
Yet the flowers die
I miss the music in the school hallways
I miss the laughter
the music continue to crescendo
I can see the whole fuckin' venue from my window
That's when you know you're schizo
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
'Cause
[Chorus]
We from the school, the school of hard knocks
Who's ready to rock? (ready to rock)
Are you ready to rock? (ready to rock)
Round'n up
graduate, if to class you're always late
I wonder where you are
Where you are my high school superstar
You will never graduate, if to class you're always late
The fruits of my mediocrity fully realized in a return to 3rd year disobedience, high school loneliness, post graduate employment
I become soaked
profit
Number one in a the business top of the market
Him thief milk out of coffee and proud to say it
Him have him pick pocket school graduating class
me now)
This generation will make a change
Now mi love fi see the schoolas dem a graduate
A study hard and save the party for the holidays
play 'em some clip music
I am the drum major, the drum section waiting
All it takes is one signal:
You can get a cadence
You can get it catered
I'm
of the music of anger and hate
This is the Old School and we'll never graduate
And beautiful is the sound
You begged for the bell while she screamed and yelled
Hommy taking it's course
Of course my dream was to
Play in the Final Four
Till the twelfth grade came and
I was only 5'4
So now I'm a graduate looking
is coming
And then you’re going to go to college
And by jove then you get into graduate school
And when you’re through with graduate school
You go
I'd do it all again with you, my friend
Yeah, I'm here to stay
So let the fire burn
And let that music play
I want to see you dance under those northern
is Berklee Rocks!
I'm an old road dog yeah you know that's true
But I can still turn a shiny little trick or two
I got my graduate degree from
They sending letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doing 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebelling, began crack selling
head strong book no been dey flow in through
But e been dissolve when I enter boarding school
Yeah ! Yeah !
Music was not my thing
I carry book for
that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
That I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job
Uwee
Danny Dannyjoe wey dey sing song ooo
I be like me
Kpaka
Fine boy
Uwee
Go school
Kpaka
Know book
Eheee
Graduate
Kpaka
Sing song
Kpaka
Uweee
Small
acting wack
Still in school, what a tool
Thinking they been teaching you
Thinking that they give a shit if you gone be a graduate
Hell nah, fuck em all
nigga that's the point~!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
My momma told me that this music was cool
All she ever wanted from me was to graduate from school
But I,
And your early admit—
So you're done with this school
And all of this shit,
And you graduate early,
You're gone as of May
And there's nothing your
Paranoid
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
In my old school bumpin' that "Kiss of Life" beneath the city lights
Caught up in the moment, getting misty eyed
'Bout to give my past life a long
all died over the holidays
And I don't know how I'm gonna ever pay
For the Ivy League school you gon' graduate
And I'ma be there learning right
Church of God
Red Lake High School
Virginia Tech
Westroads Mall
Northern Illinois
Fort Hood massacre
Oikos University
Aurora theater shooting
Sikh temple
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