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South Park High So High

Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola While I stay... Chorus (Marilyn Rylander) High so high.....reachin' for the sky High so high.....please don't blow my high

Savvy Yola Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola While I stay... [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander)] High so high.....reachin' for the sky High so high.....please don't blow my high

on the roof It's a war goin? on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so

Island New York the forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches So

"aaaaahh", fuck it, that's what I thought I was peepin that since the first time I saw ya Timed ya walk from therr (there) to the time I parked So keep

, sixes, arm tight bitches The middle finger's up to all my critics Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches Hit you out the park

in the park lil' nigga These are the tales These are the tales that I tell so well These are the tales These are the tales that I tell so well Now I

Faust at a big St. Patricks Day Easter Bunny festival in South Bend on Easter Sunday. Henry falls in love with Margaret, the poorest, nicest and most beautiful girl in South

all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this forth of July Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp As the