Lyrics:
by my side, I swear it's all okay
I will never lose the high school love I had for you
It will never change the way I felt about the things you do
I
school
Treat life like a game I press a button and ya lose
Bitch
High quality gas I'm pumpin da fuel
Kweezy getting pounds by the 2
Eviction notice this
tired of gettin' high like that
Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs
Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me
(High tryna clear my mind)
(I get high)
I get high tryna clear my mind
I get high tryna make a vibe
Honestly I miss you
I might need a tissue
Lately
the new doo wop
That thing was loud on the radio
We'd be on the stoop
Bumpin up Badu
Designed to get us high
But more importantly by
Cuz we was raised by
The high grade weh man ah look for
Mi stock it by the pound, yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask them, "Weh dem a go search for?"
Ever since the herbs
The high grade weh man ah look for
Mi stock it by the pound, yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask them, "Weh dem a go search for?"
Ever since the herbs
school days, uh
Blowin on the purple haze, uh
High school days, uh
Blowin on the purple haze, uh
(where you at Devin?)
And you know everywhere that we go
through me and there is no cure
Flyin high city motor night
You know she ain't pretty but she's takin me to school tonight...
A fool in sight
Motor by city
just sky high ayy
It's about damn time we make these lines
Even better with each rhyme ayy
So when they see us drive by they seeing them
Old school
gotta get by
This or corporate - gonna get fly
Lemme enjoy life - never wanna get high
Bro bro and I - like Bender and Fry
I ain't been to Dublin
Irony
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
'Cause all my motherfuckers
Starin'
my confetti
It's okay now
I think that I'm ready
High speed, high school went by so quickly
You can call me if you ever miss me
Mhm mmm
If you ever
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
today
Bought by the high school teacher
Sold it to a baptist preacher
Who couldn't pay his taxes
Cause his flock had gone astray
So the banker
and wet,
And you just can't get high
That's when sparks fly on E Street
And the little girls walking lookin' so hot,
And the little boys' souls grow weak
High school nigga
And they tryin get the smoke
From out of the booth
Hahabut they're not doing a good
Job naw they ain't! Oh oh oh oh oh oh
My
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
raw.
And hip-hop was my home, I had my shoes off.
6'3 in high school, well skip a hoop dream.
If I don't blow up then maybe I'll try this school
about her, for few years
But now I'm not sure
Do I know her anymore
Shy guy from high school
He didn't talk so much
He asked for a pencil, on an English
am reminded
That I am ascending, by design
Like the lights overhead and
Opened eyes from the blessings
From the Most High
So I ascribe my high's most
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless,
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