Lyrics:
oak
Still remember how good it feels
In that white hot sun bleaching up an old truck
No matter how far away we get from
Those high school sweet hearts
secondary, running each block
Red house for the guys
Osho guys, that they changed to oak
Back when I felt butterflies from a facebook poke
Now the only thing I
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
Underneath your white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five
a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
The secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until popular guns
But are you really prepared, for
on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
Is a Television Hall of Fame inductee (Class of 1995)
And a Disney Legend (Class of 2009)
Betty Marion White was born in Oak Park,
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
But I remember well the day I thought now that guy's pretty cool
He pulled into the parking lot
exists
He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time dunn
The secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns
But are you
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
Who taught you to hate the colour of your skin
To such extent that you bleach
To get like the white
printing press
All I do is keep shut and face what is facing me
I was like a panel hopefully God is casing me
Music found me yeah back in my secondary school
lifeless body hide your corpse on till it stinks
Then Hunt your niggers with an ak 47 what you think?
It's a shame me n you go the same secondary school
You
a piano we play the whites more than we play the blacks
Enough of that today I came to entertain with bars
Safe to say I went bananas and my shit still
to view the world.
For some reason I didn't go secondary school with girls.
Live next to damilola Taylor school till now.
He was one year older I
I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when
out with the blood from the wound
I know it's like the end of the year
I'm reminiscing and my memory's just gone as
Far back as secondary school get
selling drugs, school riot, secondary
Shits from the past even digested well
Might be stuck to your back
Culture duality in my roots
If I refuse to pray
developing
Would it be the middle school or ketamine, guess
Left home in the dark, to curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk county's arms
With a bevy of heavy
the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
[Jamie Maddrox:]
Bitch I didn't even go to school
[Some bitch:]
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could
[Jamie Maddrox:]
Bitch I didn't even go to school
[Some bitch:]
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could
I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more
The old red school I went to with the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin' when
just like flat minor
Forgot you man just like alzheimers (Gone)
Reminisce to the old school days
When my swift bars used to leave man in a daze
I tailor
nothing
Moms had to switch my schools like it would solve something
Royal Oak, wasn’t different it was absolutely worst
Where the teachers hate the color
secondary school this nigga started to write flows
Always dressed in some baggy not on some tight clothes
And he be working day and night because he gat goals
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