it goin' till early in the morning/ I'm a POD, so we gotta keep it goin' cause I can get higher, higher/ If you can get higher, higher, then we can stay
clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisce Innocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' through Junior High, do it fly, fuck in grade Summer school
to raise me lean taught me how to read By the time I went to school I was in high speed Ready willing and able Jackie taught me how to add with Dried
satisfaction I need to resolve some questions Before the goodbye! You have to give me an reply Think before you answer and you're ready to die He walked wit' me in high school
on the premises Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my motto's "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School, Old School, I hate
bail me out, a failure out once again Next weekend, bailed me out, drunk again And I never will forgive myself For putting you through all that hell I went from high school
Arrive (Rap) I'm going back to school And that's so cool There's no trap (Trap) I gotta come back And you Can watch me ride When I arrive A walking music
Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose 'Cause when the music comes in, the beat starts thumpin' And I'm the only man to keep the girlies high jumpin
Taylor: I actually this this is kinda strange but I actually came up with the melody and ideas for this song in math class in my freshman year of high school
star Makin' funky music, hit records are explodin' The free wind is blowin' Higher than the liars, meltin' in the fire How high can you ride? The greatest
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
drive down the wrong way, down the wrong lane. Before the fame or change changed the charm, I was hittin' dime pieces before the tats on my arm. Dropped out, 'cause me and school didn't fit, Instead of hittin' tha books
We are down we are crazy fools everyday at school. Teachers here teachers there Books and books they are everywhere. Come on boys we need to dance we
Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap This can't be my Book of Rhymes This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit! My Book
tell me, tell your sad, sad sorries What did you say in the classrooms? How did you behave as a teen in high school? I'm gonna take your eyes, use them
reminds me, back in 1984 When I went to a party with the master plan To step up, and put the mic in my hand Everybody was there, from junior high to high schools
it?s the gangs or the colors that we?re wearin' Maybe it?s the high schools, maybe it?s the teachers Tattoos, pipe bombs underneath the bleachers Maybe it?s the music
And I says, "No Ma, they don't" Then there was the year I came home Only leave from the army from Germany To marry my high school sweetheart On the
