Lyrics:
It was the Senior High School yearbook
The class of sixty-three
I'll never forget the day you gave
Your book and pen to me
It was all talked
And I wonder if you love me too
Ooh, what a wonderful world this could be
I, I don't claim to be an A-student
But that's what I'm trying to be
But by
for me. Twice.
Build a wall on the hill, write a book out of fear
You are out of your minds, blind; your love´s the killing kind
Children play,
you're spending more money than you're making
Why because you're a consumer
You're reading all the books and you're saying everything the books are
you're smooth
Like young love buzzin' off an Old Camp bottle
By the moon
Blackberry jam, finger-licking off your hand
Flyin' out the window
Good
But the melody
Haunts me
I found a rose that you gave to me
Pressed in a book of your poetry
Deathless prose like the love I thought that we
Hey, hey, hey, hey (I love you, KXVI)
I just woke up, feelin' like Wop
Drop my top, and I ain't got no opps (burr)
And I went Fendi everything,
nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how'd
book, if I was you nigga I'd be mad too
DBD on my tattoo
My fam gotta stand on this back too nigga
Tryna teach my son how to stack too
Rack by rack nigga
don't claim to be an A student baby, but I'm trying to be, trying to be, going to be
Maybe by being an A student, baby, baby I can win your love, your
escape
Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke,
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke,
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
You've left my ring by the soap,
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke,
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
frustrating
Only wanted what was normal
So my family could adore you
Now I'm lost inside of retrospect
Impressed by all these precedents
And never found my love
together, we could blow up like dynamite
Baby girl, gonna mob on the block
Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight
Baby girl, book a damn good meal
a wonderful world this would be
Oh, I don't claim to be an ?A? student
But I'm trying to be
For maybe by being an ?A? student baby
I can win your love for me
tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
of the night
You have captivated my heart
Writing chapters in our book
It's a story yet to come
Cause faith is our co-author
There's no fear in love; no fear
really wanna leave home
Cant doe
Reading rainbow, take a look it in a book
Learn sunin
Build a biz go earn sunin
Muahfucka im still coming
Aint stopped one
edible
Everything that I love let it go
Cause the paranormal is hunting me like wild cannibals
Whisper to me the devil is back
Showing its teeth knowing
tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Hold up… Hold up… Hold up, hold up, hold up
Who are you tryna convince
I did it all by myself
Hold up… Hold up… Hold up, hold up, hold up!
No you
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