Lyrics:
in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey
in the face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
[Chorus]
All the boys say,
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
Girls say, girls say,
Hey
in my face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
Girls say, girls say
Hey baby, hey
Can't help myself, falling in love
I can't help myself
Can't help myself, falling in love
Billy was a friend of mine
We used to walk down by
my books, I look up,
and see this girl,
as she's walking by,
with her friends.
Oh man she was something else.
High school.
Soccer fields on an early
Midnight by fire on the beach
At the end of my best friends tree
And the words hiding behind the tree
It was love
At least I thought it was
teens
Friends of the devil but twice as mean
We're lookin' for kicks, we want them now
We're gonna get 'em and we don't care how
We're high school
play if you have the money
Or if you're some kind of friend to me
But the one man band by the quick lunch stand
He was playin' real good for free
and a quarter, babe
She's a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they
[Verse 1]
Walking down the halls, laughter in the air,
Friends by my side, without a single care,
Memories we made, in those fleeting years,
In our
[Verse 1]
Walking down the halls, laughter in the air,
Friends by my side, without a single care,
Memories we made, in those fleeting years,
In our
If I'm just a slave to my high school days
Then when does a boy become a man
They say at 16 I will get tough and mean
College prep rally pep peachy
Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
There's nothin like bein in love an' starin' at a big ol' moon
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
Somebody had their rear
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walked right by me
Didn't even say good
in the face who says he knows my mom
And went to my high school
All the boys say,
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
Girls say, girls say,
Hey baby, hey
freaks and hippies in my high school;
Football players all tryin' to be cool.
And everybody scramblin' to hide their beer'
When the cops drove by till
girls can't be forgiven
Mean girls make mean women
Mean girls
It starts on the play ground
Pulling your hair
Then in high school
It gets worse from there
outside because my mama in the house
Puff puff pass with your bitch ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict
Tragic,
a helluva fun'ral
The finest fun'ral ever booked:
I had some high school juniors who passed around petunial
And lilies everywhere you looked.
It was
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
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