violin High school oh I remember high school You drive your first car Every class is too hard High school oh I remember high school Guys try to impress
them car games Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald What? This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school
Kids today got problems Like their parents never had Neighborhoods are dangerous The public schools are bad At home there are distractions so irresistible
, that's imperative. Are you coming? are going? are you growing? where's ya heritage? Right where ya thought it was, hurts don't it, of course it does Violins
what Handsome Boy Modeling School's gonna do for me Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate .. You must be another Handsome Boy graduate .. 3: Handsome Boy Modeling School
see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl The violin
stronger-we found out it ain't a perm it's a temporary Don't heve sash to go to the music school no money for the guitar or the violin or the tuba my
But you are lucky man Because I've got some plans for you Refined violin lessons And the most celebrated school Poor baby, he uses his violin Poor baby
seared flesh, I was I were dreaming I burned my pain away Now that Blaine has grown, living on his own High school graduate, valedictorian Becomes a
August 28th and the rain slid in, like a brooding lullaby The barn behind the school burned down and the cat got the bird the whole town watched a man
scare me and dare me to do somethin wrong somethin crazy somethin wild was I thinkin or did I act into 2 people and smile hidin bodies in the back of an ol' school
different if shit around me then things go missing no religion church no visit I confess my sins all of the riddem Like sent home form school parents
that neighborhood potty now he hottest street mama want answers but we remain in silent no we glade it, cremate it, funeral, play the violins what a
baggy jeans being mean And the lips purple 'cause we smoking trees Everybody ain't Trynna be tough and violent Matter of fact I know some cats from the hood play the violin
the snare pop, love to hear them hi-hats play I love music much more than I can say, I love music I was just designed that way I love to hear the violin
your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool
I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate
waltz in CHORUS ONE: now this love is a ghost, for having played host to the most unoriginal sin at the wedding we smiled while some devil played wild violin