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gonna turn my bitch mode on
I've got a song by this name, you may have sung along
I've learned to do what I love, and inspire too
I'm giving y'all

be all over it
I'll be all over it

So glad you're here won't you stay
We can put the songs on replay
Know you like it when I play a little old school

interactions had by you and me
You hesitate when I ask you to buy a USB
"But I'm so old school!" shit I was born in '94 
Once upon a time I had a cd player, not

Old song sheets
You left them at the bar
It's so nice to see the wife and kids 
But you'll never really know if you'd ever get far
Two, three, four

Is

keeping it as old school streak
Give our thing what we want from the world
Till today was so much afraid like squall
But now we're best, came out from worst

Yeah
Universal
This that old school vibe

Once upon a time 
I missed the mark 
I wrote some lines 
My flow was whack 
Rhythm off 
I sucked composin'

I'm wishing I would get embarrassed
Ignore it now but when you lose it that's when you cherish
Your spot could be replaced by no man
Eleven years old

Your tender heart beats silently  
In time with hopes eternal drum
Will you get to dance to it  
Like lovers in a high school gym
Before they turn

A school of galaxies pass, holy assassin holds the mass
The old monk on the run, he scrams
Violent rhythm, a dead romance
Smoking Hookahs, paint the sky

On a cool vibe
In a old school ride
I feel so alive
Best believe I'm bigger than my size
It's a good night
I'm in full flight
Lose sight of me 
Cause

are celestial beings
Don't shoot the messenger please
Don't shoot at kids in the schools
All these political beefs and fools
Missing the jewels of now

of the Haze
My phone is ablaze, on the charger all day
It's New York City's own, fast guy moving with the bad guys
Old school niggas that got mad ties
We turn

in my hand but I still feel like a coward
Niggas looking down on me like the head of a shower 
Because I'm not in a school on levels like prince

that’s not too hard
Just go to school and do what I love
Life isn’t easy till I am above
And meet you in heaven
But it’s killing me
But it’s killing me

can entertain this world by doing crazy thing that
Dont even make sense two cents to this nusisence the  
News comeing new songs coming but dont ya call

Stuck thinking bout the past
Reminiscing bout what we used to have 
Thinking bout how we didn't last 
Drove by our old high school 
Flashbacks of me

night 
Until the morning
Dick her down 
Hit it hit it hit it
Nice and good
Sex to that old school Usher Nice and slow
Show her and rep my g 
If I eat 
It

Of that old place we rented 
You're partying like we were still in high school 
But now the weekends over time to bring the lights up 

The words like rocks

flick
Boy you know how it is
You just a peon you cant fuck whit a king
So old school ma i got my own thing
People use to call me the mic terrorist

Verso

to rap
All due respect I'm tryna shit on ya
Mmh
Calabasas in the hills on em
Mmh
Couple rarris old school with the loud pipes
Vroom vroom if a bitch go

you see what you like
Is it wrong is it right
Ain't life the best
Is life all party and bullshit
Or is it all just a test
I'm flowing with old school

to the bastards who got shit to say
This kid don’t play
Old school, new moves cause I flipped the stakes
And I switched the tapes
Know what risks I take
To be this

I ain't got no hook for this
I just kinda wrote, wrote down what i felt
But imma put something from a old song on here I guess
We gone let it run

and she can't walk
No high school diploma but I know math
Ain't write one song and she still want half
Dead beat dad is what the media say
Best father in