Lyrics:
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
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
lifelong friends during these times
From Townsend to Central High
I rep the Lou like 314 day on God
Shows gon be packed like the Gateway Classic
I dreamt
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
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
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
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
sellin work
All them kids throwin hands
Blowin grams and a port
It's a hands on school it's a hands on school
It's a hands on school it's a hands on school
lowo keke
Aunty bola gaan je won bebe
Make I no go kill pesin pikin moya te e jeje
Make she no go cross enter seme border
Cos the way I port b like harry
me up from high school
In her Bugatti with the window tint
She throw me the keys
She blow me before we leave
The window cracked half way
Showing
poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin
it
Why take direction from a
Teacher, port-a-potty of society
End up like him? Fuck that, an' I am me
Life's a big high school: you cool or not?
starting to rot
I toured the barracks, troops about to hit the blotter
Student proposing to his girl in the parking Lot
While the School SDO was trying
school crush, I'm ill
Smooth like butter, smooth like silk
Smooth like a high school crush, I'm ill
Smooth like butter, smooth like silk
Smooth like a high
Saw the "High School" video now he wanna play hooky
Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst
Ain't never been done, bitch I added this
Nah, I ain't gotta
to come
Bigger touch, high above
Scammed and cried from your stuff
Schools closed, oh no?
I'm alone, take that home
Hang around, passing blowns
Hand cuffs,
school
I aint take regents
Now the top drop out
To the clear port
Just to fly across regions
Im on top of the world
They pray I fall off
But if I fall off
the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor (bitch)
Hope I don't go
flippin' money nigga on some hundred shit
Old school nigga, big money shit
Red wine, clear port on the sunshine
Harley davids, matcchin' bike, just like
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