Lyrics:
to die on purpose
Too stupid
If I'm leaving this world high, I want to get really fucked up
And since Charlotte threw out my little black book of dope
mornings
Summer school
I don't remember which port's for Roy
All neon signs, blue koi
Colors and neon, the knowledge of eons
And I can see beyond, my tongue
danced every dance,fought off each advance
And was envied by every girl in town.
She had stacks and stacks of letters,class rings
And high school sweaters
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
Lil bitch you a cancer you can get smoked jus like a Port
Bitch can't stop this shit I'm in my zone
Heard he walked around stacked up get slime to wipe
year It's my Ice Age
They know I will drip however I please
I pay for exclusives ain't buyin No lease
I was pathetic in high school on Everything
I'm
back to Port Arthur, Texas ?
No, but I'm going back next in August, man. And guess what I'm doin' ?
I don't know.
I'm going to my 10th annual High
Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic- get swiped
Past the limit, see, you the type
To get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all
floods out in crcadia
Port Charlotte, Punta Gorda
Yeah, we're all southwestern Florida
Sanibel, Captiva, Pine island
No matter how bad we keep on trying
I been trapping in the darkness
Comfy in the web, charlotte
Creeping like a spider, scarlet
Niggas softer than carpet
School of hard knocks got us
even on that, can't get my vision clouded
Instead, I just ran up another rack, let's stack our pockets high
Nigga, you got motion, ain't got a rack,
Don’t play with my name
Artist from Charlotte man don’t get me started
These niggas been on me, no need for the carding
These niggas got cap like they in
and switching gears
Cake packs for the low, flooding Port crthur with the pills
Been selling weed since high school, got good prices on the zips
Diamonds
down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king
practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it
you wanna try
Why? Stayin' high i hit this blunt and
Watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I
Said that cocaine cause in the dope game
the kids in Hopewell High School
Voted me most likely to succeed
Now I'm walking on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
winds in the morning, And blow, ye winds, high-i!
Clear away your running gear, And blow, ye winds, high-o!
They send you to New Bedord, that famous
thought it was a coincidence when he transferred to your school
Girl you a fool
Tom foolery with the charlotte's web
I'm the arachnid
I'm out here guiding
speaks at graduation day at her old high school
Tells them to find their own way
Yeah, they're gonna make it too
The world is bigger than you think
Than
Jordan
Like shininess you're highness
OG Jordans them high socks
Round here and I'm
still in my Nike Air's
I'm old school nu
school I know school's rule
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