Search results for 'high school by newsboys' Page #455

they acting different
Mmm
Same kid
From high school
That got laughed with the yellow cup
Only difference is
Fellers shivering
My moves give em

a rack in the bank
Biweekly you live or you lose
But it ain’t his fault because money and savings ain’t shit that they teaching in school
This social media

black g fazos
Won't see it coming just like a ghost
Shawty had a little ass in high school but she lost it all playing with her nose
Picture me riding in

High school, I ain't follow none of the rules
Cause them niggahs was crooked, and they did dirt too
Huh, so I missed work too
Did dirt and missed work,

Dice

Intro:
Even tho I stay high, keep the business on the low,
I can feel the eyes on me everywhere I go,
Hot like I’m on fire I come by you see

Maybe it was destiny to name him something that he was all about
The process a lot harder than it seemed
In middle school, he started writing in his

with my rammy me and my Bruce
He backed his my bro backed it too
Man's old school no PS2

No ops in my ends that's certain
Otherwise I will hurt them
You

on the road and the people look at me like
Hold up, that's the guy that used to sing nice
That was high school, young Brian killin' shit
Time passed and now I'm

me right out of high school
A young dumb ass, thinking I was a fun ass
If not a minor they would threw the book at my young ass
But I lucked up,

laughing at our big affairs
eating asian pears as we’re overrun by grizzly bears
a man is sitting on a porch with a can of beer
longing for a time when

on the go
I was hoping, but now I ain’t wishing for it, on some go getter shhh
This is a gunbi production
(Naaah, Naah, Naaah)
Little bitty homie running by

Can't get my mind off it yea
I’m trying to stack some racks money on my mind oouuu you can’t be mad at me
Dreamed about this back in high school
I’m just

expected this shit, or seen it comin' neither
So have a listen to this, Let's dig for somethin' deeper
I'm raising the bar so high no one can touch the shit

bitching like a whore 
Love was tough for Roy he might as well been a lil orphan boy
Lets fast forward to high school Roy 
 Same .45 with a pack of noise
 He

to dive in
I'm only exercising what I specialize in
George Jefferson or George Jetson
Old school or new wave I'll record the session
All you gotta do is

When you yourself
Refuse to adapt to the change
Boy from the 817
No high horse
But I commandeer the reigns
Fuck up out of my lane
I beat it man
You don't

will go win
And even after fishing for the truth at heart
Hung still by the past guy who claimed your heart
Heart claimed like some high school girl

the earth to spin
I taught the clouds to fly
I taught’em how to rain and change shape as they’re passing by
I separate the land and the seas, made the trees

Clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began

was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees.  He saw the old guitar first, held high, then

at school and she would stick by your side
And even though it was tough you always knew that she tried
And when she asked if you would be forever friends you

Showing rap in purest fashions

And doing rations to the hordes crashing
Smashing this fool for thought
Refusing to cycle from that trash bin schools
We

(Talking to god)
How could I be cool with it, stanky with a tool in it
Sitting by the whip, finna take these lil' boys out to school in it
Forget about 12,

to rule

Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us
then by definition you are against us
So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate