It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
I said i got my ass beat
Put up and smoke that weed,
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
And even your friends at school.
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
And delete that weed you are
Hope my city is not too far
Be financially stable or busting tables for paper
Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer
Weed smoke, booze and violence
I shed so many tears
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