Lyrics:
the Hip Hop Traveler, see the whole world though
The Hip Hop Traveler, go across the world
Went to three high schools, a different world
Then I got
*Dude! Did you hear that Superchic[k] is playing the prom?!*
It's high school (high school)
Could be (could be)
A mini me of the rest
Remember back in high school
When you couldn't wait
For the very first dance
You lay your homework was the rule
And just thinkin' 'bout the music
Remember back in high school
When you couldn't wait
For the very first dance
You lay your homework was the rule
And just thinkin' 'bout the music
Remember back in high school
When you couldn't wait
For the very first dance
You lay your homework was the rule
And just thinkin' 'bout the music
Traveler's diagram
For Where I am for what I am
?
Overloads, it all explodes
And hey, let's throw the great party
Today for the rest of our
high in High school
Ain't no limit here
If your girl want to fuck me
I don't give a fuck
I got dreams and I won't sleep until they come true
Sweet life
lived through
The best of times
So why leave them behind
Why can't the rest of my life
Be like my
High school musical
Who says we have to let it
My Tiger Kung-Fu is better than yours
I don't think your good enough to avenge your master
Hmm
Yeah
Old school verse the new school
They don't make
to kiss your lips from the first time
Feel your heart beat wild
I'm a long-lost traveler
You're the rest after just one more mile
Thought I'd find myself
Back in high school I barely left my room
I was quite content wallowing in teenage gloom
My hobby was watching tv in bed all day
Until my parents
this nigga made the news? (Rest in peace)
Fightin', givin' different addresses, they made me change up schools
Walkin' through the halls next to my
the rest of my life, to feel as good as my,
High school musical!
Who says we have to let it go, it's the best part we've ever known
Step into the future,
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
will never rest
Moving fast, new school, old school, lyrics in my new book
Hit up on my niggas like after school
When we fuckin' woohoo, that's your
it still belongs to me
Who am I
A traveler, adventure seeker
Trying to prove I can make it on my own
A hardworking high
this bitch
Cover girl givin' face to the Crip
Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips
High off the money and I'm wasted as shit
High off
Got my mind stuck back to pimpin'
Limpin' in my thoughts I'm trippin'
Trippin' am I high or timid
Flippin' the words like pancakes in the kitchen
through it all
When morality kicks in, who will catch you when you fall
I'm a sinner waiting at the traveler's rest
Seeking refuge from the storm,
No lecture prepares you for this (No, no)
You're getting too old to wear clothes from 1973
At the high school burnout scene
Na na na na
Na na na na oh
a Maserati
High school was like showing up at a costume party
I was a comedian, an athlete
A golden boy, a black sheep
Whatever I had to be to make
Chorus:
Yeah they ask me, how much my wrist cost
I said 4K
Woke up feeling wavy on a Sunday
School bag, go to school on a Monday
Go to school
high (I've gotta get high)
If I don't wanna be low without you
(Now I've gotta get high, I've gotta get high without you)
Now I gotta get high (Now I
was enough
We got it right, no need to wait
'Cause when you know then you know, and I knew
It was over, it could only be you
(Feels like high school
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