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skibs – hallways lyrics

[intro: skibs]
mmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmmmm

[chorus: skibs]
man i used to walk straight through these hallways
skipping cl-ss, smoking weed, writing rhymes all day
boy i swear to god i’d dip out if they saw me
nowadays, f-ck it, tell the teachers they can join me
i came a long way, i got a long way to go (i’ve got a long mother f-cking way)
i said i came a long way i got a long way to go

[verse one: skibs]
who’s talking ’bout me, who’s talking ’bout me?
talk proudly, if you a honky you’d be lost without me
like your gps. i reach for pens to reach the best. don’t speak in pets. [?]
d-ck in the side of her mouth, i call it cheeky s-x
in new york and sipping 40s
on the porch and took a six over to courtney
“tell him who the f-ck is courtney.”
and i woke up next to courtney
picked up in the morning. she picked up after her corgi
but couldn’t handle my sh-t
yeah in my lifetime i plan to get rich
but see, i plan to do a lot of sh-t, my man that ain’t it
with the [?] turned a man from a kid
like minded [?] cannabis hit
so whoever bats their eyes at me, i’m hitting on and then i’m off
but with these bars i’m spitting game ’til i turn on these lesbians. [?]
with a god that’s written on, i call his -ss the beats. [?]
so here’s a song for simeon before i depart in peace
mother f-cker

[verse two: skibs]
hey listen close
they push me in
but i don’t fit the mold
that sh-t is old
no sticky notes
so i’m posted up at [?] with j-money and mr. glover
food we’ve got, that’s it for supper. [?]
[?] just drank his liver
al’s probably got a drug test and he’s drinking so his p-ss will p-ss it. [?]
jackson, never told you, but you better than my -ss at rappin’
sarcasm. grew up in hong kong, getting head in alleys
they smoking weak while i’m rolling dope sh-t that i get from kelly
seth’s crib, we met with ali
that chick was banana
don’t think about standards. [?]
kind of looked like hannah montana
she came in like a wrecking ball
i was trying to see if i could get her wet at all
i’m an observer, she escorter, wrecked my b-lls and left them murdered
then i ask “you trying to give me head or nah?”
something you ain’t heard of, hong kong’s ill. [?]
[?] just bring your beats and they get k!lled with ya

[outro: skibs]
hey yo, in high school, used to meet with the homies at lunch time
i’d say “what’s up,” grab each other up and say “it’s lunch time.” [?]

- skibs lyrics

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