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HIGH SKOO (feat. UNCLE TODD, KAMPAIGN & THE GRINCH)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RASHEEM THE GRINCH GRAVES
RASHEEM THE GRINCH GRAVES
Songwriter
James Broadway
James Broadway
Songwriter
DERRICK SNAPS BRADFORD
DERRICK SNAPS BRADFORD
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ahhh, man. You want to talk about them high school days
Some of the best times ever, man. You know what I'm saying
Hopping on that 264, coming home from HS
Look, if you went to Marshall, they'd pass you up on that bus stop
You'd be sitting out there, supposed to be home at 3.30
It ain't happening..
NANA!!
Yo
Sitting back, rolling up grass on a Tuesday
Supposed to be in class, but I ain't feeling school today
Running low on cash, and I'm smoking on my last
Was supposed to get some ass, but it must be April Fool's Day
Run me that taco snack, fruit punch, and Oreos
That's back when we took them hoes to the bungalows
That's back when **** wore medallions of that fake gold
My bro J Hall was the first, making his own clothes
O was the first kid I seen with a bankroll
He was counting hundreds, and I was counting pesos
Smoking with my bros, make it back before the gate closed
Speedy throw the lob, but first break that **** ankles
Then we pulling up on Punch to watch the lake show
Coach made me run 16's, I used to hate those
Now it seem like 16's is what I'm made for
Imagine 16's blowing weed before the free throw
Lets go back to the days of high school
Back to the days of high school
When everything was cool,
Shooting some hoops, acting a fool, in high school
Lets go back to the days of high school
Back to the days of high school
When everything was cool
Acting a fool, breaking the rules in high school
Maaan, who's the baddest girl in school
Man, I can't tell
Maybe it's Mayuko
Maybe it was Shantell
Maybe it was K-Smith
Patterson was bad as hell
Never got a number, so I never left a voicemail
Now we pulling up to the dances at Marshall
Old Town on the weekends was like a car show
Demetrius rolled me a blunt
Hot box the car, bro
Pull up where there's people around
Open the car door
Hang out at the mall
Pull up on a broad
Chill the whole day, but then she never call
Turkey tussle over, soon as Suthi get the ball
And my hooptie playing Snoopy, Burnin Doobies with my dog
Shout out to my dogs
Prom was a movie
Prom date had a pretty face, big boobies
Ain't no telling where we could have been like Druski
She was wearing red, I was green like Cousey
I'm in high school, getting high like Cooley
Floating through the sky, boy, I'm high as balloons, Be
You know what, man
That's enough, bro
What more can I say
I wasn't the only one wearing green, though
Grinch!!!
The son of a teacher, underachiever
Trying to finger bang the hood rat from under the bleachers
At lunch, I ate Fritos
Cool ranch Doritos
Flaming hot Cheetos with bean and cheese burritos
Hanging with my people, shooting dice in the bathroom
Fighting in the classroom
Smoking in the back room
Every afternoon, gym time, playing basketball
If I didn't play sports, I wouldn't go to class at all
Naw
Tell the haters I ain't mad at y'all
Boy, you a goofy
I never had swag at all
I never had a prom date
I lied to my mom's face
My girl dumbed me for a fake-ass blonde Drake
My 12th grade was the bomb year
I don't care if you went to Blair or to John Muir
I'm old school, shorty
We ain't fresh
I got love for my dogs
They from PHS
Yes
Down in Old Town, all we used to do was get out there and mack to chicks
Walk up one side of the street
Come back down the other
But I'm going to tell you one thing
You better watch who you're macking to with Snap-tastik comes around
You know what I'm saying
Because he will pin down her number and, um
HaHa!
I'm only speaking from experience
I'm only speaking from experience
That was my woman
I wanted to talk to her
And Snaptastik came out there, spit a hot 16
I don't know what he said
All I know is he got her, coach
Yo
Them high school days, man
Oh, it used to be the best, yo
H-S
I'm not finna shout Muir out
I mean, I'm feeling good on the song
I'm not finna do that on here
I'm sorry
I'm from Dena!
I can't do that
I'm going to shout out Marshall and Blair and all that
But I don't know
I don't know when this is coming out
This might be coming out around turkey tussle time
And you got to be out here
Shout out to John Muir
It ain't going to happen, man..
High school..
Written by: DERRICK SNAPS BRADFORD, James Broadway, RASHEEM THE GRINCH GRAVES
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