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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, 'less I'm about to get paid
Steve Sanders lookin' boy, get the fuck out my way
Trying to use us 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-signs 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
Encapsulate 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 what's 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



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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