Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
see all day
Knows you're looking at me in a different way
I guess that's why my marks are getting so high
I can see those tell tale signs
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Positivity yes
Have you had your plus sign to day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark you present, or do we mark you late?
Is
Got a warm breeze blowing, cool creek flowing
Full moon high, got a good thing going
Got some old school tracks tweaking on the speakers
What we
was all
Falling apart (falling apart)
What time, what time was it
When you were in the eighth grade
You brought the box up to the high school
You
The following students from Indio High School were winners
Mike Murphy
Eddie Tucker
Megan Gormiska
Alden Stanley
Margie Siskihead
Barbra Macon
Susie
cool
I'd go pick her up at her junior high school
Yea your sister
Yeaaa
I wanna F your sister
Wanna F her in the A
And just see all over her chin
Well
days
Hey! Better days (Better days)
Got me thinkin bout better days (Oh)
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high
Say hi to your high school friends a few
Guys advance but you take my hand they get gone
The night became the morning so fast
Let's take a jump from
days
Hey! Better days (Better days)
Got me thinkin bout better days (Oh)
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high
'Cause, me, I get high, make music for a living
If that ain't the best job, then give me your opinion
'Cause I love life, chillin' for the night, case
it with the little that go
Worked hard while got us off of school everyday
And kept her eyes on the stars when the skies were gray
Gave us pride
alcoholic beverages
Got kicked out of high school, wrote a song about it
And here it goes like this
And here it goes
mark, to meet Kim had to walk
Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I
But what can I say, keep yo' head up and
Try to keep the faith try to keep the faith
Try to keep the faith
Square fools, since back in high school
We
time when we a war
And dem better know wi' vehicle and dem better mark wi' car
And keep a distance no sa ka man will full y'uh face a scar
You go run
a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up Muttley, you're dreaming again
Your own reality show, the season begins
Oh no, oh, I never gave up no
of your high school
Most likely to exceed
But not likely to ever get enough
Enough of what you need
Enough of the night
Enough of the night
And now
a crash course, this ain't high school
Wake up Muttley, you're dreaming again
Your own reality show, the season begins
Oh no, oh, I never gave up no
hit the J and get as high as can be
Okay, maybe not as high as can be
I'm a businessman, I got important people to see
Mainly No I.D. cooking up in
and get high and pedal and push!
Organic weed, mystery weed, just purple cush!
I cut the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up
And now muscle
the slippers
Drinking out the mini bar even tho they hella charge
Baby I'm cool on the paper
A fool with the paper
I could fuck around and start a school with
Trading our walkers for electric guitars
We'll show 'em all we're still alive and kickin
And that high school predictions were way off the mark
Way off
wrong with that, batter up
Well this next young batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high
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