High School (Prod. Deuce One) - Deuce One

High School (Prod. Deuce One) Lyrics

Verse 1:
You kiddin me playa? I was the mack of my class/
Every girl that walked by gettin smacked on the ass/
Plus the fact that I rapped, man people was swinging/
Off of my jock fiendin' for the heat I was bringing/
Craziness, I'm sayin, the best years of my life/
I loved my teachers, they was steerin me right/
It's dope knowin all ya pupils love you/
Take a sick day people like "Deuce where was you?"/
My crew ran the school for all 4 years, look/
Our picture shoulda been the cover of the yearbook/
Haven't been to class in the last week/
But I'm a sick athlete, they still gon' pass me/
Got every girl in the school up on me/
I'm just cool, I'm a dawg, I'm the prom king/
That shit was great straight til my graduation/
Flowers thrown at me and a standing ovation/

Verse 2:
I'm not shit, I could prolly get shot and/
My funeral would be a photo-op for a hot bitch/
I'm mad in every class, I'm distracted/
This fat kid just wrote faggot in my jacket/
Why does this happen? I hate this shit/
Why's my teacher gotta be a racist bitch?/
Why I get trouble every day I skip?/
While the basketball team gets away with this/
But what you gonna do weighin 252/
In the land where them pretty bitches rule/
Ain't no one gon cry, so they can burn alive/
Run up in that bitch tryna burst a nine/
Columbine, changed the face of the planet/
I'd never do it, but I can fucking understand it/
You want company, don't ask me for it/
I'm not your fucking friend, I'm ya last resort/
I'm not stupid, stay the hell away from me/
If you could upgrade you'd never fucking hang with me/
You ain't even a good fake, you suck at it/
Get the fuck back bitch, I hope ya bus crashes/
One man does it, another man copies/
That's why you can't keep your fuckin hands off me/
Mistreat me, I fucking hate TV/
It makes everything look so easy/
Every kid that gets bullied, forget it/
Your story aint gonna have to fairy tale ending/
Ignore 'em, stand up to 'em, be a coward, ewwww/
It don't matter dude, the world don't value you/
This is the song you forced me to write/
I hope that you all lead horrible lives/
I hope your kid's hate you, more than me, christ/
I hope when you turn 40 you get divorced and you die!/
Outro:
Hell no I don't miss my past/
This is fact, kiss my ass/
If I ever did go back/
I'd burn it the ground/
(Burn this motherfucker down)
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.