Lyrics

Boy I'm walking through the hall like Dylan Mckay Brandon Walsh hair back, like we back in the day I don't never talk to strangers, unless I'm bout to get payed Steve Sanders lookin' boy, get the fuck out my way Trying to use is what you do, and don't say no thang Cause we heard about you and we don't like what they say Don't let a couple co-sign'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 no thang Capsulate 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 whats 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
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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