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Daze

Amuse myself with pots of paint Produce the demons within us Pointless trials but don't be late Cause someone's always pissed off Disrespect me cause

Yeah Take ya'll back .... to them school days, yeah. Fayettenam, what up, man? We came a long way from sticking move Niggas skipping school, just to scrap

Some feelin' the pitch, some feelin' the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio daze

Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are

Such a long hot summer day How I wish you'd come to play We could have so much fun In this lazy haze of the afternoon sun I gotta be closer to you

like a glove" Repeat pre-chorus Chorus: Skool Daze, teacher taught me everything Skool Daze, one and one is two Skool Daze, when I heard the school bell ring Skool Daze

It blew my mind into a million pieces Pushed you aside and still you got my back Chapter one, page one This is the part where I got weak Fell in to deep

Come on Once again it's the hip-hop witch doctor The night is dark and the morning seems so far away Lost in the desert for forty nights and forty days

the quiet winds live Streets where all the old folks give so much So much love At the end of my daze Time to change my ways At the end of my daze Electric