Lyrics:
to the floor
Driving so long
Heading the place I belong
I miss you all
Listening to same old song
But also I know
That we’ll meet when we get old
We were
a lot of my songs.
cnd back in high school, I hoped to be the popular guy
We were poor, but I'd pretend like all the money was right
I wished to be
But that's another story - First we've got to win this war, see
I've been fighting since before we gave away our Former Glory
My soul's so old that it
I ain't been kicking back like old school
Been worried 'bout what I might owe you
Been empty, but you need me soulful
I can't be mushy like tofu
I
Just an old country boy, wearing my Osh-Kosh boots
Walked by the trailer factory, every day on my way to school
And early on in life, the only
Just one hit, your life goes wrong
Nitro-burning funny bong
Another stupid stoner song
Fat and lame
The claws have been clipped and the tigers been
running a race my whole life by myself no need for a relay
But on a better note, I got all these bitches screaming my name YJ
Let me say this, people don't
That song you loved in high school
Driving around with your friends late at night
No parents
Slight tinge of sex laid over everything
Not knowing you'll
Back seat of my father’s car
Watching the world go by
13-years-old on my way to school
Staring up at the sky
But a record come on the radio
Filled
Take it back now
Old school, bitch slappin' till the break of dawn
ICP, Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Bitch slappin' to the early morn'
Six in
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Those Songs
Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Stevie really saw the way cause Love's In Need Of Love Today
on the football fields
Bare classrooms
I'm feeling like a training wheel
Heaven take them off so I'll be free to ride
Take me back to school so I can feel my old
self won't last the night
My future kids already great
I've never met him but his names Akintimehin so he's straight
My last name means warriors behind
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
to Beats by Dre, ey
I'm an old-school mixed with new school type of rapper
It's so cool
I would make a song during quarantine,
So I'm pretty sure it's no
Bang-bang your head to this
And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who
tongs?
And was she the only one
Or did 10 girls get their fun
By sticking wieners in their cunts
Instead of steaming a bun
This is a song about the girl
school-boy crush wasn't just pretend
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past
Story of my life
school-boy crush wasn't just pretend
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past
Story of my life
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin' Cadillac do's, pimpin' hoes
It's that old school pimpin' all the way from
thing would be
I would tell you that these boys is straight hip hop
Like, I come from the old school era of hip hop
Even though I'm a lil' older than
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