Lyrics:
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
(Chorus x2)
Let’s take it back to middle school
Middle school
Let’s take it
Take it
Back to middle school
Middle school
Let’s take it
Take it
Back
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never
Westchester, Playa Del Rey, Santa Monica, Tujunga, Sunland, San Fernando, Pacoima, Sylmar, Newhall, Canoga Park, Palmdale, Glendale, Irwindale, Rolling Hills,
Twin been with me since middle school Years
Me and dul running through them Belford tower stairs
I been with BK bangin maple causing Hella fear
Play
out the P, elastic pack, I make it stretch
All these bitches tryna watch my pockets, now I post these bands on purpose
Remember high school, they watch
want to bomb the Middle East on vacation
When we could just write a novel or recline in frustration
We could occupy the park across the street with
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
park, two, for my baby ma
Three, for the tater tots, four, if you ate a lot
Five, if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck
Middle fingers up, we
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr.
Welcome to Wonderland at Hyde Park corner, children laughing
We'll grab a coffee down on Regent Street, I'll start the shopping
I'll walk up Primrose,
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
High school top 40 with a 48
Why you gotta keep a gun
Cause these niggas hate
Steady always shooting sh-, let's enjoy the day
Gotta stay up in the middle
through pain
I was missing from school cause
I was going through things
Now I'm getting this money feel
Like I'm going through change
Niggas driving me
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
that's maple, fuck it, Jagger, household staple
More common than the criminal who siphons all the payrolls
I got targets and subliminals, names to garrote
in the middle and it can't get worse
Just the other day I saw my homie wheeled off in a hearse
So used to it, it don't even hurt
My heart's numb,
the high school parking lot
Behind the wheel you'd sigh and say "this town ain't nothing"
By the fourth day of July the weather's always far too warm
But
bring my boys
You get your guns, I'll get my guns
[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
we going by middle school
All kind of shit man
It'd be kind of cool
We go by churches too
It's all good yeah
Kick on back
At lunchtime we have some
(dope)
I don't even know you
우린 움직이지 like some soldiers
돈이 또 꼬여 친구들은 줄어 cup got colder
My h** faithful 교회보다 더 You sweet like maple
Greens on my table,
of Martin man it started with a dream
Cause what we could accomplish, endless possibilities
I put the school on park and started tryna make the scene
My raps
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