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me and 2 bitches, same thing
I'm tired of telling 'em that I don't play
By the end of this song, know LightPo name
I don't even hit bongs, joints like

do my kids like Coco
What if I hate myself when I'm old
Cause I let my fears take over my goals
How will I live when I lose my flow and I can't write

Think back to my old moves  
Before I ever had pro tools a
Auto tune on a vocal 
Best flow in the whole school 
I was tryna pull through Tryna make it in

kids....Taught by life’s school
 holding each other's hands through all these things .....We learned to fly.....On innocent wings

or going home for some lunch
Cause I was too busy at the schools going back and front
Yeah I said schools
School photographer that's what I do
Pops told me

in my eyes, I'm just letting time fly
Cause when it's fun it flies by
Got that, old soul with that new school flow
Got a guitar in my hands, just

I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene

years old 
Cause everything between that's just a mass of snow
but as I grow a curious kid apropos i did what had to
Took life slow followed the rules

Standing in a semi-straight line
Sweaty palms and arms hanging loosely by the side
Clear-eyed, sleep deprived we screamed from the top of our lungs

Look I'm 17
Producing my own shit
And I still live with my parents you know
I'm still in school fuck school by the way
And although I fucking hate

The song that we're singing's for you

There once was a lad, his name Kevin Nolan
City of Dublin, where this story transpires

He'd ride his old bike,

Señor and the Queen

The Gaslight Anthem

Senor and the Queen

2008

I wanna know how you dance pretty baby, by the light of the moon
Do you carry your lovers around in a heart like a tomb with a view?
I wanna know

Ima run it like sonic
I open up the bag and I get to jumpin
Either pay me in full and I want it by the summer
Neeeext

Yeah
Uhh

Spirit into this song

Bill McCai

The Coral

Magic and Medicine

2003

His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs 
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now

can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with

beat knock
HPD's on a G's cock, nigga please stop
Got a ticket for throwing away a ticket
When they stopped me
Punching it is gold, on my old school

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

The people in charge are all anti-war
The economy's run by the disenfranchised poor
In high school the pants I
Wore were skin tight
A Mogwai is unaffected if

with a cause
People never would've thought I would
End up a super MC
An old school flow but you can
See the future in me
A different grind see I grind in

(?)

What did she say?
The fire of what?

Time ticks by, six, seven, eight
Gotta slow it down, gotta change your fate
I see the God in

Hey! 
Whats this I hear about you not going back to school?
Well how do you expect to make more money?
What do you mean for what?
Who cares if its

Top Down

Too Short

Cocktails Videos Raw Uncut & Uncensored

1996

just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
'Cause I keep the beats

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song

old-school Johnny Cash
Find an open lane and step on the gas
And don't look back until I leave the city behind

I think I'll meet up with some old friends