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hard for me to do what I need to do like my school work
Asking for help and having a normal livelihood
It's been what like 17 years we've been together

hottest daughter
Fuck school, you're my alma mater
Sorry 'bout the times I Silly Stringed ya
I'm sorry I fart just like a gorilla
I'm sorry I was rude
I

Thinking you were true
But if i only knew
The things that you would do
While you were away at school
I would have never done the things that i done for you

Thirty seconds later had her leaving in a stretcher 
But that's puppy love since high school I went to school high sparked in the backroom 
For lunch I

the fields praying that we don't get stuck 
Yuh 20 dollars for the fucking dub 
Didn't drive to school so momma picked me up 
I remember when I started

me to school, but the school isn't the one who's payin' me
No, but your mama is the one who's payin' you (yo yo yo)
I buy at the ball game
She go

I keep them
Dropped out of school to chase my dream it was for a good reason
Dropped out of school to chase my dream
It was for a good reason
Why

a off-brand backpack from my dad
I would tap on the desk at school
Write poetry in the notepad
I would make the teacher so mad
Show up for me, no class
Ace all

Church basement casserole
More holy than that bible
And that's what I learned in Sunday school
And a mission trip to Mexico
For the hands-up

or back to school, or back to work,
But no matter what you do, just make it work 
Bag it up or back to school, or back to work,
But no matter what you do,

school czy true school? Sam se odpowiedz
Pierdolę każdą szkołę Tomek Sawyer
Jestem nastukawszy to mój chleb powszedni
Ten sport to skandal gdzie mędrcy z

torn, too-tight school uniform
That your mum made you wear
Ran my hands through your hair
 
So we’d meet at the school gate
And we’d make our escapes

cuter, fuck her im forever handsome 
Wave missed, forever stranded
Grandma called me, said she hope I stay focused while I'm in school
Grandma never gon

judge home
You gotta talk to me
Release release release
Open the book
High school
2011 it all began
Breaking up into the gym
And dipping from cops
Me

days we left behind
And I won't understand your signals
Or the touch of your fingers
Passion caught in the middle school
Poetry screams at me when I'm in

pega'o, no separa'o o con el cuello nada mas (sku)

Estan estancados, monto al caballo y romperé toda la school

Hijō (no), fukai kawa ga yukkuri

yeah)

Mano eu vim de longe “true” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Zona sul é “old school” (School)

Só acelero o carro skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Que os moleque hoje tá

(Yeah, okay)
I said High School's not for me, I try every week
But still I get no love back for you
I'm still thinking 'bout you, too much
But she in love

years
Or did we create a style that's way too out of touch
Back in high school we were blinded by
All the plans that seemed so clear
Now the memory of it

and honey 
I wanna know your name

Voice rings out, old school bell, heart on sleeve, show and tell 
I got questions, you got lessons, you know what I mean

You was the one that got away I was in high school
Said if I ever got the chance that I would try to 
Pull up to your crib we going out if you'd like

school flow 
With a new school troll 
It's the nappy headed nigga 
You already know 
That a constant reflection 
Is the point of progress 
That's set in

would you believe me?
Pay all of my dues, or would you just leave me with all this time?
Would you still meet me after school?
Kiss under the bleachers

Damn i miss the Otto square and all the old school homes 
And them rough times in the streets 
And the lessons that they showed me 

Sometimes you wanna