Lyrics:
that car for 40 days and 40 nights
I start my day getting High gotta be weeded
Thinking bout my life don't know the meaning
Pray for my sins I ain't
chairman
Monarch of the universe naim dem dey call you
That is why you're not a local government chairman
You pick us from the miry clay, Set us high above
Using a fake ID at a college bar
Getting caught with a girl in the backseat of a car
Running out on the field for the senior game wearing number 17
on ice)
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi"
Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we'd
others
Excelled at nearly every task
And when he'd graduated high school
Of course, he was the first one in his class
And in his eighteenth
I stay high stay fly
Smoke this kush till my brain's fried
And my thoughts go dry
Pole pimping like do or die
Tipping fours like dug it all
Smoke more
Yo yo
It's Tbliss
High School
Fuck high school I hated every day (Every day)
Was a pothead so I bought an ashtray (Ashtray)
People hated me so I said
As a freshman, I was hangin' with the seniors
I need motivation, baby, like a cheerleader
In high school, smokin' weed was my major
So I rolled all my blunts in
high school lunch table
This reminds me of
Our high school lunch table
This reminds me of
Our high school lunch table
Can we all go back
To our senior
to be high to fly
Now what my people say
Everybody talking 'bout they down to ride
Now that Hammer's bustin' too tight
But I don't think they know
What
Was the captain of the team his senior year
In his eyes, on his helmet, he had no fear
Down by a six-ball on the ten
Said huddle up boys we've got
when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get
I was fighting the mold in the bowl with my pee
When a thought popped in through my brain
If all of us hated high school so much
Why was nothing ever
could finally drive.
There wasn't much to do in my home town,
So every weekend night, we would all go down
There were freaks and hippies in my high
Say what you oughta, world outta order
Paid the cost father time ain't never lost
The boss, y'all ain't heard it?
I work it, uh, the senior circuit
convince this
In a crime sense, niggas is infants
I'm like a senior citizen
Still livin' but gettin' benefits
Put emphasis on hittin' my nemesis in high
calling my love and I'm the keys to open doors
I'm giving you my heart like I've never did before
Girl the loving where you give is seniorita and senior
sweaters so she jack it slow
The aftermath proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh
Wave high to the Ritalin regiment
Double S shit, swastikas
happy
Bout to get high and roll up with the bandits
We out to Bed-stuy Canarsie or Atlantic
Showtime showtime getting lite on the train
We bout
Yessir, Uh
I’ve learned to live
Through the highs and lows and cons and pros
I’ve learned to Live
Through the pains and rain, I’ve found my hope
I’ve
flat butty fat
I ask her what her name be she tell me sherifat
Oh senior rita you dey make my body cout
I dey carry pon pon just because of you
Do condor
The Secret Place
Is where I
Meet with the Spirit
The Holyghost
My Senior Partner and Host
The Secret Place is where I
Talk to ABBA
ABBA FATHER
Still in ends here with the gang
Should be in Croydon with the fam
But I loves me County, like John Mulane
Drip so wet high in demand
Make you slip like
Her voice is echoed in my mind
I count the days 'til she is mine
Can't tell my friends 'cause they will laugh
I love a girl from senior class
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