J. Cole - School Daze Lyrics

Yeah (as we continue on)
Take y'all back
The name of this shit right here is called, "School Daze"
To them school days
Do remember, you're listening to The Come Up (yeah)
DJ OnPoint, J. Cole (Fayettenam, what up, man?)
Yo

We came a long way from stick and move (come on)
Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit
Nigga if you lose, it's a wrap, them hoes clowning
It goes down in the lunchroom
I'm tryna spit this game, nigga, fuck food
Bust moves to the hallway
My niggas posted on the wall always
Ain't thinking about class, dawg, my ass tryna parlay
If we had this shit our way, we'd be standing here all day
But, look, the principal's coming, give pounds then we all skate
All late to class with fake passes
Living life in the fast lane but ain't passing
They dreaming, tryna be the next Jay's and Dame Dashes
Ain't even open my book and it's time to change classes
Walk straight past my ex and don't speak
It's all good, I'll probably have a new ex by next week
I just think, the shit we did was silly, yo, I know that
But what I wouldn't give to go back, hey

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish

Yo, I walk another nigga girl to her class with my hand on her ass
If he say what up later, I just laugh
Real sneaky, yo, gotta keep it low up in math
Let my nigga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yeah
Hooping up in P.E. You can't see me on this gym floor (no)
But, damn, Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts
Uh, we bag 'em up, so y'all niggas gonna have to wait
So they passing hate like, "Damn I can't wait 'til they graduate"
But (is this what you want?)
Some of my niggas'll probably never make it
The SAT's, shit, man, I doubt they ever take it
'Cause instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor
Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters
It's a set-up
Momma cut the light on, time to get up
Make sure the shirt matching the Forces and then I head out
At the time I thought this shit was so wack
But what I wouldn't give to go back, yeah, hey

Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish

I'm a little grown but still reminisce
Close your eyes, nigga, you remember this?
Friday night football game, something I'll forever miss
After parties in the gym, grinding underneath the rim
You forgot your school I.D? Fuck, nigga, you ain't gettin' in
In the hallways acting like some hoodlums
You see that scrap? Nah, damn, I always miss the good ones
Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say
Twenty people on the phone 'cause everybody did three-way (you remember that?
Man, we played them girls for the fools
But wasn't no ladies like them ladies from other schools
'Cause seeing them same old chicks got tired quick
She was just fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn
Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone
I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never boned
Pardon me y'all I'm just flipping through some Kodaks
Sitting, wishing I could go back, uh

Yeah, back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again
Yeah, I sit and wish, man

Yeah, this shit is dedicated to all my niggas man
R.J., Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yeah
B. Nasty, Big Joe, Smitty, what's good? Yeah
Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith
Cape Fear, Pine Forest, Douglas Byrd
South View, Seventy-First, Westover (shout out to by any means)
Gray's Creek, yeah (my nigga, Aristotle, Ali B., Sharon)
Class of 2003, that's me (can't forget Deacon)
Shout out to Jack Britt High
Know y'all remember this
It's The Come Up, niggas