Lyrics:
Special Ed got head from a girl in Special Ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb
guess you won't be going back to school
Anymore
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you
a girl in Special Ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha,
guess you won't be going back to school
Anymore
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you
There's an island out in the sea
Just a waitin' for the guys like me
Oh on this island is a crazy school
And there's where I learned the golden
a girl in Special Ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha,
of color who got over
I’m one of the ones your bullet missed
I didn’t graduate high school
Not to boast about, but to puzzle over
After all
I’ve been awarded
of the rawest
Nah I ain't perfect but bitch I'm flawless
Nah I ain't stupid but the flow is retarded
Barely made high school, the streets was my college
a thing, that ain't a thing for real
That's the broke lingo (huh)
And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
Man, I just get high, let my
with my mom, no dad
So I'm non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Trynna diagnose why I
didn't know fame has a price, too?
That you're just now seeing the downside to
Lose your best friend from high school, your wife too
Ain't even sure if
Now here I am three months later, full-blown relapse
"Just get high until the kids get home from school, homes, relax"
And since I'm convinced that
with my mom, no dad
So I'm non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Trynna diagnose why I
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
And you guess you won`t be going back to school
Anymore...
But Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack
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
made a fool out of when I pull on 'em?
R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I'm not a scholar
But I'm so cold when I'm droppin'
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
shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin' to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave
At fourteen tried out for the ball team
Junior high, they denied me
I shot bricks that made the backboard scream
Fighting Italian rival gangs,
will my friends Robert and derek
Sheila will die in her new life without me
My high school teacher will die, mr waring
Frank Scott will die
Leaving
Well I was born
The year that disco died
And U2 was in high school
Thank the Lord that they survived
Got my first taste, on a Seger 45
And since
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