Lyrics:
I can't freakin stand everything
About this facility god
I pray I get out of here from this atmosphere I don't want to stay here to rot
They be
glock, never seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang affiliated deaths
Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep
Always wanted to bust
over board to meet the sea
The tide will move yall far from the shore
Heavy on their minds tomorrow is not for sure
Wrecked ships body part galore
My
of the [?]
Started carrying a board but you don't know shit
Kicked outta school for acting fools
Kicked outta school for, kicked outta school for
Kicked
TBRAIN X DR STICKY ON BOARD LYRICS
INTRO
YEAH BRAINGANG NIGGA SHOUT TO STICKY MY REAL HOMMIE NIGGA . ITS GOING DOWN RIGHT HERE NIGGA.
Chorus 1x
Water treatment facility
Not sure how it works
When you're living in a little mountain town
With a shitty little family car
Parked in the front yard
a bitch
That ship has sailed
Got a side hustle and went back to school
What the hell
Laying out the blueprint
They don't know what I'm trying to build
Til
sidelined
So it's back to the drawing board, back to the drawing board
Back to the drawing board, take 'em back to the, back to the
Back to the drawing board
the headlights bleed
Oh, teen angels in tangled lace
I don't care if the people grow
They all say done and did it, doesn't make it so
That school
One tie Loud
Mua ebido guba rap
Selfmade nigga
Ima ntinyem trap
I want to go to school
Mana money abioro board
Winning is a must
Obodo
Check
be found
With posters on his wall from "Surfer" magazine
His room looked like a shrine to the surfin' scene
Go to Hawaii out of high school was
Cambell
will not be here for the rest of the week due to a throat infection. Leaving me, assistant principal Dunbar, as the school's lone
administrator
it on top thats fam
Got a rocket go cock and bam
Got a chalk it on the board let's plan
Shawty wan talk no talk, let's dance
Banana peel
You like how I
A fiery glare
A ginger beard
A school team there
That others feared
Through chalk and ball
Through carrot, stick
You taught us all
To be less thick
to high school, as we call it, secondary.
And Mama said to Papa, you know, I think we should send him to a boarding facility.
Papa look
schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty
school was a bad choice
When he chose to be this way
Clear the board
It's a job that's left for the bad boys
Praise the lord
Sunday school was a bad choice
September first
Woe, is me, all summer long, I was happy and free
Save my soul, the board of education took away my parole
I gotta go back, back, back
Off we went to high school
Someone of us
On the beach he was, and there he stayed
Saw the holy cat, the beginnings of it
Polyurethane
Long board
competitor's abilities
My whole body is a spiritual facility
Where I confess after a lyrical killing spree (c'mon)
The illest delivery (yeah), later for
Next jam we record am
SBGL
I no need first class for school for the flight we go board am
Any barz I no drop for this jam next jam we record am
Free
loot their bellies fat
Where they hiding our money at and they are rarely caught
They pray at front rows in the mosques
For every bad medic facility we
casually, make a casualty out of any facility's
Faculty, fashionably causing tragedies
I move beautifully and tactically, accurately
And Consume fools like
facilities
cll I can say all that I wish to state is that: it is done wrongly
Family units starts to breakdown as people are leaving
Ghost towns are
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