Lyrics:
lines and chasing ass
Selling everything to my friends I could to get by
Fuck buying food I only wanted to get high
Friends weren't the only ones keeping
you around to talk to
Although I know I’ve built you in my head
Fairy wings of yarn and string
And you always wanna sing
Flying high, passing by
cause I get very high
I'm toking, choking, kicked back smoking Cherry Pie
I be 'bout my business like I'm in a suit and tie
But when I'm by myself I roll
neglected by teachers and students; nobody cared
About my soul, I was scared, I was a ghost; just not there
Yeah, I struggled with grades, but had pulled
And then come on,
First grade leads to second grade and so on
And then you get out of grade school
You go to high school
And it’s revving up
The thing
If you could even call it that
Or y'all might think it's corny as fuck
And let me
Let me tell you about
High school
I never was a cool boy
All I did
a problem couldn't get A grades
Five different high schools in four years so I got used to change
Two niggas capped out on my steps you could go any day
Get
a non-stop high-grade performer
The pace is continual, sure keeps running me down
Don't you know that you gotta eat food
Don't you know that you gotta
ear I need your answer
Lots of fear in my veins no grandeur
I'm crushed by high standards
I'm crushed by high standards
Popular in eighth grade for
mir lebst' du dieses High-Life
Heartbreaking auf Drive-by
In der Tasche hat sie xan's bei'
Sag' mir kommst du mit?
Drip in hard as Life
Kein Auge für
at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
Now a nigga know what it takes to get high
Now a nigga know what it takes to get by
Gotta do it by yourself on the strength
But tell me can you handle
Got one stone, hit two birds
Three throws, pics through 4s off
Dap up, no high five, heat, LJ number six
Leaving seventh grade first wrote a real
their degrees,
They made the grade.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do
a bigger feast
By now, by now
Us, us, us trust
There's supposed to be us babe
Us, us, us trust
There's supposed to be us babe
Us, us, us trust
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
staying high all night
Let's take flight
Baby by my side
All my bros are ride or dies
Making money all the time
Pull away just dropped a dime
Swerving lanes
weeks go by eighth grade second semester
Who am I to lie I felt like I was her protector
One day we were high she asked if I would fuck her
I was her
a national french fry day
Also known as national french fries day las papas fritas in espanol. Thanks half a credit of high school Spanish
Of course
These are
a buss tets
Dem a pose like toppa top shotta but, them a tube top, strapless
Me nah contest just a grade it, Decadence done made it
You know we a ride
low grade vibrations
High Freq Queen in a different dimension
You should get one
Wop wop doo wop wop wop doo wop
Wop wop doo wop waa
Wop wop doo wop wop
a holiday
I've been nice! I can die, come back again and do this twice
Been doing this since high school
Hold up! Been doing this since grade school
Lemme see your hands up, high
Wave em from the front, to the back, to the, side
You gotta sweat me everywhere I, go
And I don't need grades to let ya know
graze
I getting level I burning high grade
Shawty she geeked for real
I fell in love for real
I fell in love with blickys, on blickys, on blickys,
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