Lyrics:
I wanna tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
Valley hypocrites"
Well, I wouldn't put you on
Because it really did it happened thisa way
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley PTA
The day
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Then we'll smoke
Yeah, get the good angle, get the good angle of him like doing and me, like, you know what I mean
Yeah haha
When I was younger, know
the dirty south (repeat 2X)
(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
(Lil' Flip)
well down
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
Spent my younger days writing love letters to you, babe
I knew that you would come, would come along someday
It's not your fault that we couldn't
I want to tell you all the story
'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
The day that you found me
Now over my shoulder
You never far behind
So baby come closer I
When younger gets older
We'll talk about the night
The night
The day that you found me
Now over my shoulder
You never far behind
So baby come closer I
When younger gets older
We'll talk about the night
The night
I wanna tell you all a story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
My mama told me when I was younger
You better speak up don't be a number
My daddy told me when there was thunder
Go be the lightning don't run for
Training generation fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So
I thought by now I'd be there
But I'm still so far away
If I could meet my younger self again
I wonder what she'd say
Isn't it funny
Isn't it funny
hits from tidbits, how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my
I wanna tell you all the story
'Bout the Harper Valley widow wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
junior year Spud Webbin my way to the NBA by now
Instead, I'm rollin' up on James just to let another day just go to waste right now
You think that shit
been you
I would've been nice to you and kind to you
Would've shared my world
'Cause by now we'd be in love, yeah
Just the other day my girl
Let's just be
Dinner
From the microwave, ok
Girl
I'm gonna put
My cell away
No distractions
We're just gonna
Take this day
To lay around together
[Isam]
They were the youth, a faith who didn't pray
Young ones from the hood came back another day
Told the old ones you're wasting you time
"Time,
And son you say you still wanna be a winner
Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles a clenchin' white
But boy I'm gonna sit right here
hits from tidbits, how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my
of the day its not ya'll struggle
But you always got something to say
Well hear this fuck you
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you come try to sleep in
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