Lyrics:
It was a warm Wednesday morning, down south in Parkland
Where the only news there was of the high school and its band
With all its suburbs and parks,
appeal
Getting tanned by the sun
In the face when i run
You dont see me when i pass you
Everywhere im driving through
Im much faster than you
And there's
deep shit
Listen! I've gotta go but meet me after school
I'll be waitin' by the back 'round two, k?
Got it Hil!
The boy's so fair have fun with it
Third
can fuck with you
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
Lil' hoes you went to school
Yo Carl man come here lemme school you to some shit
Yo what up dud
Remember that girl you said was nineteen somethin'
Yeah I remember that
There's no rush
Let your body sway
Take a breath
Then start the day
Start the day
Enjoy it
I could run away, be swept up by the wind
Stand tall like
a mansion in the country
For my Ma and Pa
Gotta clean the kit i'm so sick of it
Each day I have to go to school
Have to try to keep my cool
While I study
I'm calling on God
He can help me
Don't you give up on me
I'll tell my friends
Pre-Chorus 1: I'll let those days pass by
In days like this
Nobody can't
a national french fry day
Also known as national french fries day las papas fritas in espanol. Thanks half a credit of high school Spanish
Of course
These are
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
don’t understand the reason’s that you’d want us to remain,
‘Every day I shrink, distance grows,
‘I suffer and I’m shamed,
‘I’m mocked by an establishment
Riding through the city in a old school
Half the rap game swear to God they old news
I know that you bought the lies they sold you
I'm still waiting
your safe
Run as you pray that you get to live another day
Run far away, school ends today
I wish it was yesterday and that’s just the times today
Hop
Watchin' time fly
As it goes by
And I sit back with a bowl packed
Night sky Black word to Kodak
Living in the moment
Go back to old days and old rules
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
He'll be done by the day cuz he don't do skits
(Do skits)
It's fuck the rules, I'm gettin' blue strips
I dropped out of school but I could take you
of the new-school era (facts)
And achieve what I wanted, but it's progress
It's a process and I just get nearer (I'm deadly)
I take risks every day like Yumeko
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
Dun Deal on the Track
Dropped out of school, I didn't graduate (oh no)
But I still got the M's on my plate (oh, oh yeah)
Mama ain't really have
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
It's summer vacation and we've got time off from school
We're ready to go on a trip or hang out by the pool
It's hot outside, hot, hot, but we kids
by the coast
And I will double tap on the picture
Of your kid's first day at school
And act like it's all cool with me
That I'm watching you live your
take?
All I want is a fresh start
No cause to please me or fools to school me
So what is real?
How many more days of this shit can we take?
All I want is
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