Lyrics:
I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene
years old
Cause everything between that's just a mass of snow
but as I grow a curious kid apropos i did what had to
Took life slow followed the rules
Standing in a semi-straight line
Sweaty palms and arms hanging loosely by the side
Clear-eyed, sleep deprived we screamed from the top of our lungs
Look I'm 17
Producing my own shit
And I still live with my parents you know
I'm still in school fuck school by the way
And although I fucking hate
The song that we're singing's for you
There once was a lad, his name Kevin Nolan
City of Dublin, where this story transpires
He'd ride his old bike,
I wanna know how you dance pretty baby, by the light of the moon
Do you carry your lovers around in a heart like a tomb with a view?
I wanna know
Ima run it like sonic
I open up the bag and I get to jumpin
Either pay me in full and I want it by the summer
Neeeext
Yeah
Uhh
Spirit into this song
His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
beat knock
HPD's on a G's cock, nigga please stop
Got a ticket for throwing away a ticket
When they stopped me
Punching it is gold, on my old school
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
with a cause
People never would've thought I would
End up a super MC
An old school flow but you can
See the future in me
A different grind see I grind in
The people in charge are all anti-war
The economy's run by the disenfranchised poor
In high school the pants I
Wore were skin tight
A Mogwai is unaffected if
Hey!
Whats this I hear about you not going back to school?
Well how do you expect to make more money?
What do you mean for what?
Who cares if its
(?)
What did she say?
The fire of what?
Time ticks by, six, seven, eight
Gotta slow it down, gotta change your fate
I see the God in
just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
'Cause I keep the beats
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
old-school Johnny Cash
Find an open lane and step on the gas
And don't look back until I leave the city behind
I think I'll meet up with some old friends
There's something familiar
About playing an old song
Even in the dead of winter
The words roll off my tongue
I've been replaced
It seems
I've been
fk a typewriter
See me wet up the place like a dry riser
Old school dan but I'm still Live A
Been doin' dis ting since inna diaper
Out to grab
Give it to ya raw!
Yo it's that old school shit
About 12 years old
Let's get physical operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods
at the school
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me
Unaware that I knew much more than they did
And stop at the poolroom for a beer
And sadly say
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
Lost city
as Xena
I'm old school, yes
Avia and FILA
Smoking a J, listening to Mila
I clean my own house, I don't want a cleaner
I run the dance like heels
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