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ynkeumalice - famou$ h$ alumni/h$ graduate lyrics

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hand on my dress and you know i’m sitting here thinking
should i chance it should i try it but am i stupid wh0re
knowing that it won’t work so i left it at that keep my eyes
on my future only was in high school how you then played me
after all you were just after s+x dumb stupid me thinking it was love
it us only if you know me now you wouldn’t probably won’t be stupid to lose a chance with a pretty thing like me old high school
memories of how i was in lunch and gym talking to all my friends
how i was the cheerleader on the team screaming let’s go for our team how i was just the outcast cheerleader who was so little popular heard tea from other girls their life ain’t so good now
it’s just a mess out a mess how it’s years then float by in my head again how i use to be in my cheerleader outfit and you use to stare you was a nerd and he’s popular you said you never had a chance with me cause your a nerd i said shut up and kiss me already knowing
i don’t wanna be popular why be popular
when it really ain’t nothing at all wondering where the years go buy
prom was fun as l took l for prep sometimes a w that’s just high school
members of past how it was then
till now as it washes over me time and time
again how it be then to till now how i remember
little details
saying careful on your first they
they can’t see you on your worst day
dad said to get some ice cream and hang out at an ice cream parlor
daddy is vet in the war almost lost his life brave for this country
how he fought but never though his son was g+y after the war
how it was time and time went on momma was struggling making dinners at 5
oh the old memories how of how it use
to be
how it was before how it’s just a memories
of smokey clouds on a canvas of a blur
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ynk quest
wasn’t popular but who gives a f+ck
want popular but who gives a f+ck
turned up to hard now in my goyard
now to everything gucci now
in the end i’m rich dawg
balling in the gym getting money for
the job at wendy’s yall think it’s joke
quit being friendly dawg i was reject in high school
that nerdy black kid that afro with good will sweaters
getting clothes at rummages and sh+t
back then till i can afford my own clothes
i can’t be focus on the past now can’t give an
f now watching y’all fail is goal key to vengeance
on my wins this is ballers season like the spring gotta
spring in my step

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aka $avage
im repping i was savage in high school
clowned my ass off could been the class clown
i been on some clap back and fight sh+t cause they fighting
my ass daily didnt really give a f+ck about school
throwing kobe’s in class didn’t get the psa announcements
like good morning i didn’t understand that who cares
eating cheetos with blueberry and em spirits and faygos
whatever i say goes never got any good grades but f+ck it
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all +ynk
we made it
we made it out high school
we made it out
when know one though we could make
it teachers doubted us
some didn’t care about us
it’s f+ck em teachers
who didn’t think we succeed
to greatness

ynk $lime
the good life success at best
bueno onda

- ynkeumalice lyrics

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