Lyrics:
Well, Billy Joe McAlester junior showed up at the reunion
Clean cut, shaved, decked out in Armani's best
In perfect spoken English, he said, 'Now
How many of you people are white trash?
Way back in junior high I could of swore my name was white boy
(What's up white boy?)
There was all types
Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school
a junior
Then the rumor going 'round is you ain't right
Maybe I'm hard headed or a little bit old fashioned
But I always had a hard time fitting in
So
and place
But there will be a time and place
And I'ma smoke his ass..
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up,
Lenear Junior out here
Come on back
Hey Lenear, this is old Cornbread Red
How ya doing, boy?
Well, I'm a little semi-crazy
From drivin' this truck too
cheer, when your foot hit the plate
My baby child, love family
Work hard in school, and take the reward it pays
My junior son, sit by my side
Here is what
badass, nigga you scary
I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why
with my jacket to match
jet out the back door with my boys in back
then i get on the bus with my crew and sit
i'm in Junior high now living righteous
but he hang out where the school is
Said he bout a bag
I had a play and he ain't do shit
Acting like a son I cut him off umbilical
That boy acting
princesses turn into frogs
I done seen princesses who became whores man I’ve seen it all
We was in school that boy wasn't odd he used to be soft on prize
the boys been dey blow her
My junior brother too, I hear say SARS hold am
E no gree write waec, say all im mates dey for Holland
Dem don buy am lappy, buy am
bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
I remember back in time
(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
Before all the homies
day we be right back get it Oh
Wherever there was me, there was you
And we were like crew
Straight to junior high school
Then you messed it all up
yeah
Aye
About to go dark mode on these motherfuckers
Switch it up
Man fuck junior high, take me back to high school
Yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody gonna run
a dream
And I can't stop looking at you, but you never look at me
I know, Noah, you're the trophy boy of our whole school, but when you
Don't show up at my
what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let
contemplate
Junior lage darpok, par kare cold face
Keheta GOAT boy,
Jab padhare kuch ghanto mai
Baksh diya log ko,
Trails bane larko ke
Khamakha liya panga,
is not so bad
But I can't help but look back
In junior high
I had the girls all falling fast
For my jump shot and the way I sang and danced
My boys
school I was young and sweet
Got to date a boy on the football team
My mama warned me, didn't care
He broke my heart and left me there
Ooh maybe it'll last
Well, I walked in a man
And in a five second span
She had me dancin' like a junior high school boy
To the Duran Duran
And it made me feel fourteen
go by that now anyway
Junior year you worked there with a man
Said he was a perfect little boy, he was just having a few problems with his dad
Invited
having breakfast chewing up a clown
Shower all the time but can't wash off your history
Junior high school principal called Mr. D
Where we go after we die
though
What up to Judge D since back in junior high school
Johnny Rich? that's my man Mr. Brando
My partner in crime with the gangsta flow
Daddy X, Big
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