Walking through these high school hallways
The place I barely graduated from
Lookin' at all hardware in the trophy case
It still smells the same
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
I hear the bell ring homeroom first class
Heard we got a sub so I'm comin' like a dirtbag
Beatin' on the desk top makin' up rap songs
Knock, knock, knockin' never thinkin' it would last long
On Fridays man, I barely went
But what could they do to a five sport Letterman
Kings of the school in football Shock, we blew off
Drinkin' on some two dog with two broads
In pool halls to goof off and try and get my youth lost
Lookin' at them Wayne county boys like "is you lost?"
We scuffled with 'em when we met at parties
And make up and shake hands and request Bacardi
And recess with Marleys led to excess of tardies
You can never say that we missed the party
G. A. T. A. you meant it when you said that
I represent it and I still bleed red and black
I can hear them drums all day long
You'll never know what'll come if these hallways talk
Walking through these high school hallways
The place I barely graduated from
Lookin' at all hardware in the trophy case
It still smells the same
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
It's a touchy song ain't it?
'Cause somethin' that we hated in the past
It turned out to be amazin'
Like the greatest days we ever knew and we ain't even know it
Mama said get that diploma or at eighteen you're a goner
So I never made it honor roll
My teacher asked me, "what's your plans" hell well I don't know
I'm 'bout to roll up a fatty and hit a back road
Until I rolled up on Daddy haulin' the trash load
He whip my ass and said you gotta get an education
At graduation you 'gon realize the time you wasted
You maybe hate it now but skip ahead from now to later
But since you're skippin' skip your ass on out and load my trailer
It went from paper to screens somewhere along my teens
And hell I loved to draw so for me what does it mean
And will I ever make out this old hell hole
And most of the time I be sleepin' on my elbows
Walking through these high school hallways
The place I barely graduated from
Lookin' at all hardware in the trophy case
It still smells the same
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
I can still hear the drums
