Lyrics:
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
I just wanna wake up in the morning
Drop the top like I'm a samurai
I just wanna a hunna mill
House up on the hill sippin' out the seal
Lookin'
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl just seventeen or so
When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago
Not even out of high school folks said, ?It
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm,
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
ma make you real rich
Back to reality is this real?
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln field
I'm so hood yet I wouldn't stay
Couldn't name
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
Road,
Gel's Way,
Lee's Market,
St. John the Baptist
Nick's Pizza,
Village Pizza,
The Old Westport High School,
Hebe's Basement,
Ferry Farm,
Dunkin
line
Everything gonna be alright
When he gets home - tonight
He threw a football back in high school
Broke his leg now he's working for the mill
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
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm,
He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a great day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm,
bitch
He told me stay real and I'm a make you real rich
Back to reality
Is this real?
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln Field. (ohh)
I'm so hood, yet
It ain't a back road
It ain't a county line
It ain't a ball field
By a high school
Past the welcome sign
It ain't a white church
It ain't a steel
schools where they teach us what they told to
Half the shit I learnt in school I ain't never used
These fucked up rules the government trying to control
trouble started early
I was stealing and gettin' in fights
Smoking and drinking by age thirteen
Skipping class and getting high
When I quit school
Albert, you were crazy
But I liked you anyway
Remember back in high school
We were drunk 'most every day
Drink down by the reservoir
Drive through
And selling crack in high school
Zac Bayly: Hey, Frank!
Frank Ocean: Hey Zack, How's it going?
Not bad i just woke up what about you?
Are you an Aussie? I'm
satanic mills
At school they told us stories of this land of hope and glory
Now the silver's all been sold off by this band of hapless Tories
How is it
We Were The High Five
Stoned red eyes
Up on the high dive
On the Mill Lake Rise
We were skater punks with NOfx on
Miller Draft and homemade pipe bombs
the first to make sure you're OK
Yeah I was playing for the high school team
You were cheering for me every night
We'd stay out passed the curfew and
We'd
Martin was a school girl, seventter or so
When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago
Not even out of high school, folks said it wouldn't last
County, we staying up north
Without the alleys
SOCES High School
Rich kids that I grew up with
Nothing below koreatown kids that I don't fuck with
At LAX,
Tryna drop a mill
On a hill
Cop that Coupe
No roof
Say she love me
Yea I do too
Now we fuckin
She the truth
In the booth
I go hard
She say I'm
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