Lyrics:
Bag
And I can really pop it on this song, cause I done been had
This that old fashion shit, new school, old bitch
You be snatchin' chains, nigga, I
night I freestyle on Pro Tools (Freebase)
Tell Flex come to the A we'll carjack (Freebase)
Him by one of them raggedy ass old school (Freebase)
I don't
broken Skull Candies
Music in your ears could really change the way that you see
11 years old bumping more of the same
At 12, lost my songs, I was radio
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
song
Drink Responsibly my nigga driving off that red rum
Bitches out in Salem
Warrior no Draymond
Every single day gone
Bitch is so bad you probably
"We're through"
Gave me back all my old shoes
But you think it's a game that we all knew
Fell in love in high school
Went to a party that had booze
Puked
The guitar I got from Mexico
And a Mayer song that I used to know
4-wheel drive, job to piss me off
And those two old dogs in a town where
Everybody goes
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,
to the old day I done had so many cold days
By the way that I be vibin
They can tell it ain't no stoping
I don't run away from my problems
Take it head
shit without my OG's
Bitches switched got cold feet
Now that Richard Millie just a old piece
Made my niggas richer with no fees
I need All my meds by
always love you the same
As the time we spent by the river
Skipping creek rocks in the clay
Well the water it flows over limestone
Like a song that we
say they heard a rap song
Sounded like some folks they know
But we couldn't find a radio
Hard to express when the world is listening
Hard when
unbreakable
Take me back to the good old days, please
Can I go back when we used to dance in
The summer songs and the winter pain
Just take me back, yeah,
something else to do and work on something that's brand new
Like music not in 4/4 time and writing stupid lines
So I'll kill time by writing songs but I don't
dreams)
Man what became of you the kid I know from back in school (Man I have dreams)
Was very happy he even had a brighter future too
(I want a house in
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
to i've improved and learned so much more
The sweat by touch my coolness goes back into the pores
I just wear a simple t-shirt and my old blue jeans
up in Oakland
Take it back to that old school
New school I deals, still keeping the old rules
Let's take it back before the ghostwriting where they
now it's time for high school
Ok now he back to his old ways, now he back to his old ways
Walking through the door in the morning posted by the bathroom
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
10 years
Guess all I'm saying is, I ain't great, just gettin' by
cnd those friends that I had back in high school, all found a job or moved away
Heard
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me
how to fish, I broke his rod in a Gaurie bush,
His kind old face his loving grin, he played fiddle to the Sunday hymn.
The school bus stop on a dusty
are flying by
It's 70 degrees and getting warmer
Like back in old school summer days
Never had a worry or a bill to be paid
Momma made lunch that day
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