Lyrics:
if I had no longer
I'd mind
You know she ain't nothin'
But trouble, Junior (say what)
Yeah, Junior you know she keep
Me buying wigs all
we have no choice
We played all day
And keepin' the trouble away
On junior high
Playing soccer with your friends
And study shit that won't end
No
bolta hu mai trouble town
Apne juniors ko yu hi ab mai bully karta kyunki
Ab yeh beauty hai ki truly ab
Banna chahte hooligan kyu sab hai now
Hui bhor mai
on display
The sins would never wash away
Junior liked to let his hair down
Only trouble is, word gets around
Revolution will be televised
Across
to make a buck
So I can send it home to my family!
Mr. Lunt: Well now you are in trouble
Your timecard is a wreck
It's almost two past eight
I'll tell
My Day
As sung by: “Junior Asparagus”
Intro
In my bed I start to pray
And tell God all about my day
Verse 1
I woke up in my little bed
And put my
I ain't scary, yeah, yeah
Making trouble for my mama since I knew her, hi
Getting high, killed my grades back in junior high
Now I'm getting high,
Junior Year - KT The Friendly Guy
Intro: KT The Friendly Guy
I'm a junior
This is my junior year
Welcome to my 3rd year
I love it here
I'm calling
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn
Now you will get your trouble spots
Here's one from down voodoo way
Bragged he had
at the wrong end of a gun
Loyal junior he knew wrong from right
he never had trouble with the law
But the lawmen’s plan was carried out through the night
playing
Some old Junior Parker
Three days waiting
All alone by the tracks
Lying to myself
That man's coming back
Said he'd come around
Unless he was dead
Junior
Helappa Senior
Arare Junior
yenappa Senior
Tu bitte tu bitte ninna jote na
yaak bitte yaak bitte yena maadde na
Appan maatu kelabeku Pur
Nam
in L.A. now everybody want to see
but them youth don't trouble we
because they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like
We’re about to go on a field trip
I feel like I’m in junior high
Cuz the crowd that I’ve been hanging with
We got smiles on our face, and we all
Murder murder
Junior capital of death
Let em' rest
Nothing left
Free my niggas from the stress
And no matter what we do
They kill our people
Them
a McCrispy, and ten McNuggets
Tasty golden fries, a cold drink with extra ice
Junior chicken would be fire, and a sweet hot apple pie
Is that it?
Let me
check won't buy a bigger room
Or a new car
Don't ever think about comin' 'round here
With that junior from up the street
His sneakers squeakin'
at how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rollin' a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out, so when trouble tried to find
[Chorus]
Until you know my joy, know my pain, and know my struggles
Until you've walked these shoes, paid my dues, and felt my troubles
Until you've
trouble again
We're loyal to our junior staff
So we cut our bonuses in half
Stock buybacks and sketchy payoffs
And down the line, massive layoffs
We will
you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn
Now you will get your trouble spots
Here's one from down voodoo way
Bragged he had me
all this time
Now just calm down, don't lose it baby
Keep your head up man, we got you
How is lil' Junior? And my beautiful daughters?
Fine they just
Chapman: Trouble at mill
Cleveland: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone
Owt askew on treadle cleveland: Pardon?
the bell in a black school
And I stay in trouble like Zack do
And in this game nobody's on my plateau
Therefore my name remains like a tattoo
Yes I take
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