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Go on and take a second while I tell you a story The story bout a boy who wants to get in the glory trouble maker from day one, his mothers only son he'd be out gone havin fun until the day was almost done Started ballin in grade eight, wished he'd started ballin sooner as far as girls went, he was the latest bloomer Girls attentions what he wanted, can't resist them when they flaunted he found a lucky dime, and now his cousins basement couch is haunted Average grades class, this boy wasn't doctor needed to make some dough so he got a job at foot locker had two parents, but he hardly knew his father his dad had always tried, and that made the boy try even harder to make his parents proud, and so the story goes farther It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close Back to this punk *** he slept his way through each class days started to go fast, and soon graduation passed He's as smart as a stool, and he acts like a fool, watchin clone high in a pool of drool, ya this fools a tool gets a a job selling speakers, the retailer's route meets a caucasian brother thats so white that hes out for two years thats his life, he works and he plays months start to feel like weeks, the weeks turn into days looks like his life is over, trains gone, he missed it but this boy flies first class, he at the airport with his ticket now hes in a town they call a city, all the girls are lookin pretty failures not an options, its time to get gritty cause... It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
No One Really Knows
Go on and take a second while I tell you a story The story bout a boy who wants to get in the glory trouble maker from day one, his mothers only son he'd be out gone havin fun until the day was almost done Started ballin in grade eight, wished he'd started ballin sooner as far as girls went, he was the latest bloomer Girls attentions what he wanted, can't resist them when they flaunted he found a lucky dime, and now his cousins basement couch is haunted Average grades class, this boy wasn't doctor needed to make some dough so he got a job at foot locker had two parents, but he hardly knew his father his dad had always tried, and that made the boy try even harder to make his parents proud, and so the story goes farther It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close Back to this punk *** he slept his way through each class days started to go fast, and soon graduation passed He's as smart as a stool, and he acts like a fool, watchin clone high in a pool of drool, ya this fools a tool gets a a job selling speakers, the retailer's route meets a caucasian brother thats so white that hes out for two years thats his life, he works and he plays months start to feel like weeks, the weeks turn into days looks like his life is over, trains gone, he missed it but this boy flies first class, he at the airport with his ticket now hes in a town they call a city, all the girls are lookin pretty failures not an options, its time to get gritty cause... It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
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