sound, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
Verse 1: Drown me out with your headphones This is what it's like when you're This is what it's like when you're (Drowning, Can't hear me scream) Heart
me know it Bridge 1: Are we not alone From tragedy Can I pray from home And hear the ring Is this the face that Once had let me in Is this the place
I'm center stage And serious Three-to-one, And left some lungs With rot and rust Well I said ?Keep the positive and push' This line was never meant for this
A-Lot office Him and Bela cool niggas with the Click that stay drunk We was gettin Houstin high, they already had the Bay crunk Straight up old school
who you running with This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers Y'all better feel this
room and both graduated from the same high school both went into the game I left and he stayed but while I'm screwing record labels trying to get paid Red now came
thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streets Before 12 am, I done did more shit than a marine Fall up in the school house, high off them
fire up one of these spliffs, and get so high) [Chorus: Woman/MJG] [Eightball:] Part two, it's all the same g, Trying to school fools on this P-I-M-
key, high signed yet discovered Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other I come through, one-two, that's all it takes for me Old school, new school, servin
the beat and let yourself go Cause everybody knows this is nothin but a disco Rock, shock the sure shot This ain't a Broadway play or a high school plot
know is there's a car waiting And we'll figure that out after I have to keep my eye on my old friend from high school We've known each other for the
under your shirt Coke, weed, junk and speed Teach me another type of hide and seek Chemistry, economics, math and business Already a pimp before high school
hop to grits But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness Back in high school you didn't think I could get
my brother, my brother and I Cause you'll fly sky-high when you try [Mr Lawnge] Hey, yo It took a long time although niggas thought we came out of the
Intro:] [L] Yeah, fuck all you sorry ass punk motherfuckers out there Last week you slanging and banging and holding your motherfucking dick And this
cool, I admit If the industry is like high school, I'm the shit My music's legit, fucked too many chicks That's before I was even considered new in this shit This
s a cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke... we gon turn this bitch out. I'm gon roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
