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04sam - walking thru glass lyrics

i remember skippin class (i remember skippin class)
i remember taking the city bus, just to hang out and smoke on some gas (oh, oh, oh)
i used to wish that them days wouldn’t pass
but i shoulda known better that it wouldn’t last
make mistakes every step like im walking through glass
any milestone i set it just seems i surpass
plz dont send me ur song, lil bro that is ass

b+tch we came in w drums but they blowing like brass
and u kno i dont mow, make a living off grass
smoking green like the celtics im posting in mass
they just shoot at the sun like they playin steve nash
puttin something u dont want up into ur batch
if u got something u owe u getting it sn+tched
i can’t see u again i dont want get attached
theres this lie in my head that says that were a match
i said f+ck it, we spinning it back
bro we kno that sh+t rocked, u ain’t sippin on act
smoking strong apple fritter n toting the mac
n im feelin like voldemort, dripped down in black
shouldn’t try to run up cuz u kno i dont lack
put a price on his head yea we getting him tagged
no im not a cashier take the weight and its bagged
swisher living in ny the way it get stabbed

i said f+ck it, we spinning it back (oh woah oh, oh woah oh!)
bro we kno that sh+t rocked, u ain’t sippin on act (oh woah oh, o+oh woah oh!)
bro we kno that sh+t rocked, u ain’t sippin on
bro we kno that sh+t rocked, u ain’t sippin on

i+i+i remember skippin class (i remember skippin class)
i remember taking the city bus, just to hang out and smoke on some gas (oh, oh, oh)
i used to wish that them days wouldn’t pass
but i shoulda known better that it wouldn’t last
make mistakes every step like im walking through glass
any milestone i set it just seems i surpass
plz dont send me ur song, lil bro that is ass

yuh, i smoke cookies n elves so f+ck santa
what u wanna get turned to, a danca or banna?
number nine shirt with the polo pajama[s]
keep a pole on my waist, so u know imma blam ya
pouring some dirty up into my fanta
i can’t sit there, see the tor from the camera
hating on me but u still r a fan yuh
if he run up on me hit his ass wit a slamdunk
yuh
04

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