Lyrics:
teachers
In high school
Gettin' head behind the bleachers
In middle school, swear to god, math was wack
In high school
I used the math to count checks
In
I miss them high school days
And my lil high school ways
So here's a song for my lil high school bae
High School Sweetheart
High School Sweetheart
Doesn't mean we have to act like we're in high school
*Let the beat drop!*
High school is like a big competition
Beauty contests, prom court is
Haha, hmm
Aye you already know like
I don't got to say too much, fuck that we going in like that!
Bby
High class!
Bitch high class!
In high school
points to prove in this ball game
Whose the winner that's me hall of fame
Check the gym up in my high school
Yall don't get yall don't have no clue
I
flows competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertebrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin' on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin'
boy
I dey always go lecture
I don't want any failure
In my math I got A one
In my English got C four
I don't like studying scriptures
Emini high school
ly ky ghoomu karachi to phase 6
No basic (Aye)
Launda badal gaya scene poora
Jarain pakar old school ki new school ka beej boya
Hath kaato chori karain
competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin em how I gets down
competition in my dojo
Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave
Heat gain meltin on my heatwave
Power to the crowd, pandemonium
Showin 'em how I gets
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
to learn some math.
You got to learn you to count- 1, 2, 3- and then get freshed up on the history.
My first day of school I'll never forget. my teacher
My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get
All my high school teachers can suck my dick
Tellin' me white man lies, straight bullshit
of knowledge in a 4 year high school career that aint enough to have these niggas fearing
Now you startin to become fire like you knew you would all along, but
to drive, they gon' say you cool
Both eyes red, I got high on my way to school
Hope I don't end up dead on my way to school
Tried to cut through
Fridays
And then go see the high school football game
So I can check out all the competition
Is it too much to ask to let me out early today dad
I'm really
don't any of you try and get the rank..
Why don't you?
Oh! There's no good competition..
So, it's only a shame for me if I write the test..
Mmm.. Hey..
and Maths
I get A's when I spray bars get high when I blaze fam call the fire brigade
Killing them cats niggas feeling my raps
Had to school them this is
Verse 1
Drip so clean they should call me Listerine
Decapitating competition keep a spare guillotine
They prefer to sleep on me
Cause they can
Okay, drip so clean call me Listerine
Decapitating competition keep a spare guillotine
They prefer to sleep on me they can only see me in dreams
Matt Coco?
More for you Matt Coco
You’re the man Matt Coco
Put your ass back in high school
Imma teach you how we do
Put your ass back in high
Stockton, I'm a pass
Homeboy like Malone, he gon' catch it off the glass
Teach your girl a lesson, baby welcome to my class
She staying after school, she'll
I daydreamed through freshman math
While she fills out her college apps
Show her a world where we belong
But she'll have to drive us to the prom
(Crushin' like we're back in high school
Crushin' like we're back in high school
Crushin' like we're back in high school
Crushin' like we're back in
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