It was my first year in high school
That's the sound of my tool
Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive
In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life
I wish i could have 25 wives
Of a high school kid and his real times
And high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,
They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Before i thought high was cool and got high at school
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
Whilst in a school called junior high
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
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