Lyrics:
Watch another cheap western
Watch another cheap western
You a leather tooled fool
Who's never been in high school
Watch another cheap western with me
half a hundred towns
He said hang up your apron honey and brush down your hair
And well go ya hooin' around
He's a true western movie without any star
Mahatma Gandhi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. There he found himself
All of this for a necklace, all of this for a Lexus
All of that for attention, you been through a lot I'm guessin'
A lot of drama at school, coulda
peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me
Sending out a text or sitting at your desk in the classroom
It doesn't matter that school's cancelled
Seems like it's high noon all the time
These days,
blinkers
Make a major move nah nigga play it cool
Trap was boomin' through stall wasnt even my school
Get more brain than a high IQ
I was high up in school
I
And Daughters To Be Masculine, And Sons Still Living With Her After Graduating High School Never Leave
She Just Hit The Wall And Being Alone By Herself
Men’s
And Daughters To Be Masculine, And Sons Still Living With Her After Graduating High School Never Leave
She Just Hit The Wall And Being Alone By Herself
Men’s
that I forget
You had the green eyes of a starlet and you asked me for a cigarette
My pinup dreams for high school queens went out with Monday's mail
baby
Nothin' but a Western slave, we nothin' but Western slaves
Yo, Cozz & Effect nigga
Yeah, you fall, you get up
You fly, you stay high, yeah
You do
for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin'
Now, I'm the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck
happy too
Manic, kindly, blinding, high-res euphoria
Please remember me as I was
The crowning dove
The clowning judge
Sad king alone in the western
watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains
harcore MOP type shit
Peace to my other half and
My niggas doing bids
I used to start more shit
Than high school bullies
I was doing my thing since my
greaze 'cause I won't take none
VIP in my own section
Wild wild west with the old western, it's Brum
Old school raving, back to scally
And the AP,
won't take none
VIP in my own section
Wild wild west with the old western, it's Brum
Old school raving, back to scally
And the AP, packed with
a western good time alamode better bring along your appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the old school yard
Gonna kick
Taking a chance
My own groove
High school dance
Not looking for you
Then our eyes meet, we smile once again
Can I have this dance? Are we more than
shit
Peace to my other half and
My niggas doin bids
I used to start more shit
Than high school bullies
I was doin my thing since my nigga
Bu-Bang used
columns,
In search of absent school friends,
While his generation digests high-fibre ignorance.
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore
remember
We used to skip pebbles by the shore
It was a summer of '82
The first summer
That summer I kissed
You were all the boys' high school queen
Rocking
what power structure? An international
Western power structure and
I for one will join in with anyone
Don't care what you are as long
As you wanna change
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