Lyrics:
I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when
I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when
by association
(Point-point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
(I wanna run away)
I wanna know the truth
(I wanna know the truth)
I wanna
(I Love to Come do Sabbath School)
Kathryn B. Myers
Gosto de vir à igreja para cantar e orar.
Neste lugar aos sábados sempre desejo estar.
Gosto de
In school
Never really knew what to do
Walked in like I'm so cool
Don't care if you like me too
Like me too
Last night
I got in to another fight
Yeah aye they say we guilty by association
I guess we guilty by association foreal
Bitch I was raised in the mud
Heart engraved made of stone
Bag
Neil and Adam are recording singer/songwriters from St. Louis, Missouri USA. Writers, Neil McCloskey
& Adam Hilligardt (BMI) have worked together
school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows,
Murphey Lee or something)
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I
When did it become breaking a rule
To say your name out loud in school
When your names the only one that sets us free
When did it become incorrect
and sold them the guns
Made in America
Sacrificing our kids lives for global crisis
While fools of the NRA
Watch kids shoot kids in high schools
With
up somthin real ???
Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid
Beats release but you can't find me in lake placid
Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin
he been a killer since
He was 12 years old
The price of being guilty by association got
Me places I ain't ever been
Like in back of the swap meet
old school is better
My paint drippin wet
My inside dripping leather
With a hood bitch, been hood since I met her
Name tatted on her pussy and
I'm
Send her off to a little bible college in Missouri
And now you come back sayin' you know a little bit about
Every little thing they ever hoped you'd
come
Yo we get to actin a ass
And we go dumb
If we get to moving to fast
See we go stuie-ooowee
From the Bay all the way
To Missouri-ouri
Back it up
Africa
To St. Louis, Missouri,
Thanks to Katherine Dunham
For giving my pops his glory.
He came down with his drum
And a dream to change the world
In
school, I own this generation
Might as well just rap until I run the nation
Relationship with goons that's association
My whole gang Caribbean, we so
Stimulated thoughts with that National Basketball Association crossover
Always boss over for a easy two
My paragraphs dip and move
I'm up there my
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,
school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows,
Murphey Lee or something)
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
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