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Boy, I'm walkin' through the hall like Dylan McKay

Brandon Walsh, hair back, like we back in the day

I don't ever talk to strangers 'less I'm 'bout to get paid

Steve Sanders lookin' boy, get the fuck out my way

Tryna use it what you do, but don't say no thang

'Cause we heard about you, and we don't like what you say

Don't let a couple cosign's fuck up your brain

Start actin' like something, give a fuck where you stay

Say you know about us, but you don't know nothing

Encapsulate me, go ahead, lock me in that frame

All I do is get confused by the fact kids still

Look up to the pussies that don't say what's real

I guess that's just how it is, I know that's just how it goes

Dirty nails, wrinkled clothes, BONES never with some clones

That's just how it is, I know that's just how it goes

Dirty nails, wrinkled clothes, BONES never with some clones

I twist up a 'Wood and then pick up my target

Flick off the ash and then pour up the water