J. Cole - School Daze Lyrics

from:  The Come Up Mixtape

Yeah
Take ya'll back …. to them school days, yeah.
Fayettenam, what up, man?
We came a long way from sticking move
N*ggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullsh*t
N*gga if you lose, its a wrap, them hoes clowning
It goes down in the lunch room
I'm tryna spit this game n*gga, f*ck food,
Bust moves to the hallway
My n*ggas posted on the wall, always
Ain't thinking about class, dog, my ass tryna parlé
If we had this sh*t our way
We be standing here all day
But look the principal's coming, give pounds then we all escape.
All late to class with fake passes,
Living life in the fast lane, but ain't passing.
They dreaming, tryna be the next Jay-Z and Damon Dashes
I 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, probably have a new ex by next week.
I just think, the sh*t we did was silly, yo, I know that,
But what I wouldn't give to go back.

[Chorus]
Yea, 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.
Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,
Yea I sit and wish.

Yo, I walk another n*gga 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 n*gga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yea
Hooping up in P.E. you can't see me on this gym flow,
But damn Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts.
Uh, we bag 'em up, ya'll n*ggas gonna have to wait,
So they passing hate like, 'Damn I can't wait 'til they graduate.'
But some of my n*ggas will probably never make it,
The S.A.T. sh*t man I doubt they ever take it, cuz
Instead of tryna send a n*gga to a tutor,
Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters, its a set-up.
Momma cut the light on, "Time to get up,"
Make sure the shirt matching the forces then I head out,
At the time I thought this sh*t was so whack,
But what I wouldn't give to go back.
Yea, hey,

[Chorus]
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.
Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,
Yea I sit and wish.

I'm a little grown, but still reminisce,
Close your eyes n*gga, 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.? F*ck, n*gga, you ain't getting in.
In the hallways acting like some hoodlums,
See that scrap? Naw, damn I always miss the good ones.
Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say,
Twenty people on the phone cuz everybody did three-way.
Man we played them girls for the fools, but,
Wasn't no ladies like them ladies from other schools,
Cuz seeing them same old chicks got tired quick
She was just f*cking my boy, now she all on my d*ck, gossip, damn.
Another chick pregnant, another n*gga gone,
I reminisce on all the chicks a n*gga never bone,
Pardon me ya'll I'm just flipping through some Kodaks,
Sitting, wishing I could go back.

[Chorus]
Yea, 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.
Yea, I sit and wish I was a kid again,
Yea I sit and wish, man.

Yeah, this sh*t is dedicated to all my n*ggas man.
R.J., Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yea, B. Nasty, Big Joe,
Smitty, What's good? Yea,
Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith,
Class of 2003, that's me
I know y'all remember this.

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