Lyrics:
Leftists never understand
Filter me to your taste
I'm obsessed im obsessed
In the park, after school
We can go in the bush
In the dark after school
We can
Christian school
Start a band
Move to LA or New York
Every Third of July
Becky hid beer in the park
Put Purple Rain
On her boombox
Went graveyard drinking
the park
Lord up at Monterey a they sang throughout the dark
You used to wear girl, those hot pants
When you strolled down the hall,
All the boys wanted
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
parties all that my brother ain't never told on me
Man high school used to be them cracking ass days
Niggas know about the house in Monterey Pines mayne
Once upon a time, when I was in high school
I was in love with you, lady and you treated me so cool.
I was drivin' a Chevy '72 had 4 on the floor,
Once upon a time, when I was in high school
I was in love with you, lady and you treated me so cool.
I was drivin' a Chevy '72 had 4 on the floor,
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
SO I CAN Go
open all doors at the stop light
(Put your stunna shades) (Put Your Stunna Shades On)
Verse1:
Christian Dior frame got the lences out
bend
Churches burned in Canada, street preachers arrested for spreading hate speech in England
And people attacked for holding worship services at a park
I don't follow rules and they don't like that
I was skippin' school to get my sack right
My bitch text me and ask why I don't text back
My dog got
Bentley and all the people from the
Infamous Tommy Ton then transferred to
South Park photo have dealt with in
Their life somehow, you know
Being ridiculed
my nose be dripping for real
My team is loaded I feel like Im Stark
She pitching a fit it get hit out the park
I turn that boy to a old school Cav If
OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin'
hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho
at the club
Years later I'm at the club
The whole city show me love
VIP we act a fool
That was Saturday night
Then Sunday morning
It was back to Sunday school
Hi
I'm praying that the world changes soon
Can't get a doobie on a plane but there's Uzis in our schools
Every dude who touched a boob
Uh Uh
I'm the face of the franchise
Flagship artist
Sickle and the hammer
Czar the black Marxist
And my blade
Been sharpened on the park bench
I'm
Sitting on a park bench, looking ahead
What I said, I’m eyeing it, I’m trying to find it kid
My life going forward is a storm and a sea
Black
flag
Worldian girl run come fi thing, longer than, the strap on top of her bag
Christian girl love Kartel
But she nah follow me, she a follow her God
SO I CAN Go
open all doors at the stop light
(Put your stunna shades) (Put Your Stunna Shades On)
Verse1:
Christian Dior frame got the lences out
bend
mean the kind in big black cars
When they say killer whales
They mean they whaled on him 'til they killed him up in Penetration Park
And Holly wore
us
They're closing schools
We live and love
We're changing rules
Glimpses refined by Divinity's design
Senses sublime 'stead of empty and resigned
smilin in all my pics paparazzi (flash)
I’m a lover not a fighter don’t box me
They said I wouldn’t make it baby watch me
Paid my sisters school tuition it
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