Lyrics
Blummer - CH Thoughts
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yo, my feet were sliding over rocky concrete
while my head was bobbing to a musical beat
walking sidewalks, hallways, class to class
Sundays it was church, my friends went down to mass
thinking deep thoughts as i walked from school
saw some Asians in Breakers that i knew shooting pool
contemplations of life always crossing my mind
and only a smirk to show that the world is mine
i was passing by when i thought of a rhyme of sorts
to the rhythm of bballs being dribbled in the courts
pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled it down
didn't want to lose this vibe before i crossed into town
then i walked through the doors of CH East
you could probably argue it's the place i like the least
but its got some good memories and people i know
in these last couple years, everyone's had to grow
it's funny to see them, you know how they change
he was my best friend in Beck, you might know his name
we used to chill at lunch with the kid who first called me Blummer
and spray Pepsi on the floors of the dances in the summer
this kid, after six years, got himself a girl
drinkin' 40s on weekends, he always hurls
before puffin' on a bong like the king of the world
man oh man, what a freakin' crazy world
then there's this other dude, he really came up cool
four years ago, they dissed him, calling him a fool
but now he's rocking black Timbs, shades, and bandana
and god, he's got more jewels than Juelz Santana
at third period, you know, i see the honors kids
half of us got stuck competing for first dibs
on what, it kinda makes you sit down and wonder
if we're stuck in a system that picks people asunder
some folks got ahead in middle school real good
they're way up there, can't hope to get as far as they could
and if i see another person cry 'cause of a test
i swear i'm gonna wonder if this is really for the best
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stopping at my locker, school's about to let out
heard there was a fight at 8th, must've been a real bout
some cocky guy called a Korean a gook and a cofo
and the Korean, he straight up ninjafied that mofo
i'm leaving school now, but i'll pause to say hello
to this kid who cuts math daily, keep it on the low
look, it's the track team, laps around the pen
coach had me run hurdles once, ain't doing that again
and wow, when we were juniors, we all quit the team
oh well, we'll always be known as track slackers supreme
hey, there's a graduate, how you getting by
Penn's pretty fun and you're keeping things fly?
i remember our times, they were mad fun
used to play you in SC, DTs had you on the run
now i'm moving to the bus and i see one of my friends
hooking up with her ex, uh, they're making amends
lovely how relationships can turn good from sour
betcha this'll be up on Xanga by the next hour
i'm thinking deep thoughts on the bus ride home
today's Friday, it's the weekend, shame to spend it alone
Asians, over at the KUMC
and the Jews, you'll only find them at the JCC
c-notes spent in C-town, when days are a bummer
BBQs and trips to Philly, that's how you know it's the summer
this place ain't the best, but for now it's my home
these Cherry Hill thoughts, they got my mind in the zone
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