O.G.B - High School Daze (feat. Naomi Rogue)

Ey, yeah
Back in high school yeah
Ma nigga philz on the beat
Was a lil confused
Was a lil amused
Was feeling all used
Then the bitches came through
We was newly introduced
And we still pulled through
Then we crafted up tools
Then we passed our books
Then we passed them spliffs
Then we made them do splits
You can see em through my sheets
You can tell I’m looking neat
Yea i know I’m killing it
Yea i know I’m bringing heat
Y’all know ya feeling it.
Y’all know I’m keeping it
Real
Y’all know I don’t spill
Y’all wanna know the drill
Then sit still
It’s a hard pill
Don’t spit still
Don’t trip ill
Take a sip and chill
Two puffs and we high already
Moving mad and steady
Yeah the coins keep adding
Like it’s mathematics
Didn’t need them tactics
All we did was practice
Lit like matchsticks
Haters burn up
Started from the scratches
Bring the turn up
Didn't need them car keys
When we pull up
It’s automatic
Flows artistic
Like it’s futuristic
Ball ballistic
Fuck them critics
Yea they can’t touch this
Yea
Holl up
Hear my sound and hop
(Bop)
Hear my sound and bop
(Hop)
Lemme switch it up
Lemme rearrange my rhymes
Lemme fix it up
Lemme take y’all back to them days
(Them days)
Them good ol days
Memories feel all hazy
Shit feels like a maze
But it’s still amazing
Told em I was rapping
They said I’m crazy
All they do is clapping
Well ain’t that crazy
Well I’m just saying
My bars weigh a ton
Yea that’s the shit I’m on
(That’s the shit I’m on)
 The shit I’m on
(That’s the shit I’m on)
Them haters burning up
Tryna feel among
(Tryna feel among)
The hoes turning up
Tryna hear my song
That’s the shit I’m on
Back seat looking what this class is all about
If i try too hard then ama get dazed and pass out
Sitting underground a little Don Simeon Vino Tinto
We about to go loco
Puff puff puff pass it on
We about to get one
Puff puff puff pass it on
We about to get one
In my head it's clear clouds
We grinding grades
And grinding greens
We rolling clear white socks
And deep black all stars
In my head it's clear clouds
We grinding grades
And grinding greens
(Grinding, grinding)
We rolling clear white socks
And deep black all stars
(All stars)
No haters in my ark
Ey, ey
No haters in my ark
Yeah

Written by:
David Ogbu, Naomi Erewa

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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