Lyrics:
Golden Eagles
Flying high
Know that we too cold
Marquette University
Dunk on you vertically
Have you bleedin blue and gold
Ring it out ring it out
kickin' out the jams tonight
Gasoline shortage, fill up the wagon in time
Enough to get me back across the Marquette County Line
A dive bar in Hurley,
die
Yeah yeah
Where I'm from Marquette Park
Fighting with my niggas prepared Marquette sharks
Gotta be careful fucking with Marquette thots
Them
will never forget (i will never)
Best believe i'm a threat (yeah)
I will never be in debt (yeah)
Imma drive a corvette (uh huh)
Imma go to Marquette (D1)
the rain that fall
But can't get a nigga wet
When I look around
I see some people upset
Cuz I'm chasing what I want
And not wasting years at Marquette
No it
spent saving face
I still hear Pere Marquette calling out my name
While I'm feeling so alone
Slip through the cracks here on my own
I'm too scared
the woman that she went and got enough the what yeah. But it. Well what you trying to go away. That would get me through a couple Marquette both just take
on Marquette's head just like I did to their moms (it's lit)
(This is a certified hood classic)
I use a verse as a means of confession
But what will the future me
Marquette
I need you now I can't live with regret
She stay with some money she a breadwinner
Let me take you out tonight we can have dinner
She know I stack
a chain, yeah (hop off a jet)
Bad bitch out of Marquette (woo)
Took her out of school for the brain, yeah
She came around with the set
Nah, really ain't
Now I can't get near it
Don't want to hear it
My cover's blown
I walked in the rain like a drone
All the way to Marquette
The infinite pet
I
of Marquette (Woo)
Took her out of school for the brain, yeah
She came around with the set
Nah, really ain't no savin' (Hop on the jet)
Gotta keep her mind
got Violets, Yvettes, and Juilets (I do)
On the road got'em out in Marquette, Lafayette, and Charlotte (everywhere)
But I always come back to Cali,
ma vie sur une maquette
Final Four, comme Marquette
Quand je shoot c'est dans l'mille comme au basket
(C'est dans l'mille comme au basket)
On est dans
to Marquette
I might just snap in this bitch
Watch how I scrap in this bitch
Bet you get slapped in this bitch
Salem trials I can’t fuck with the witch
Hurt my
a baddie from Marquette
And I’m playing on this flow like a clarinet yeah bitch uh
Step up to the baseline
Fuck it imma splash that shit like it’s fine wine
endorsements
I'm gold and I'm fly like I'm playing for Marquette
You stay in retreat like you run in flea markets
If ya ain't got a clue then let's find you
It's 3 a.m at the Super America
This big ol' slack-jawed sister
Catching snowflakes on her tongue
And just the day before
At Ten-O-One Marquette
I'd
d wade at marquette
I been smoking like a chimney
All of this sinning hope the lord forgive me
Came from the bottom we was pinching pennies
My
a Holy Hill in the journals of Marquette
And it's whack fol-the-day, whack fol-the-day,
Up and down holy hill all on a monday
Our priest set out on wagon
the whole gram like I'm Jet ooh
She giving brain like she go to Marquette ooh
I'm with my dawg like I'm Bando & Jett ooh
Cannot forget ooh
Kinda forgetful
my dad died
I ain't even get a chance to tell him bye
I remember days up on Marquette
When we use to race. On your mark, set
You should've gave me
and get it when I wanna
Shawty soaking wet we in the sauna
She pop it Iike a vet keep it One hunna
Straight outta Marquette that my lil Lana
Aye
I cash
Septembre rouge aux mille draps blancs
Le vent les bouge, moi, j'ai huit ans
Rue Marquette
À la radio de mes parents
J'entends chanter "Le fou
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