High School Ring (prod by Small Professor)

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[Verse 1]
Corner store closed, then it opened
Now it's owned by folks who look nothing like you, and it grows
Your mom's not home, your best friend is shady
Your girl boosts bad cardigans from Old Navy
Your neighbor's laid off and strung out
Your block gets snowed in and plow trucks don't come down
So what now, it's no frills, Save-a-lot
Your high school buddy's bartending, he never became a cop
His sister has an office job, she kissed you down the shore
Then married your man who takes bets on the side
No one travels cause everything is here
Parents at 19, no birth control, plenty beer

[Chorus]
If it seems that I'm too quiet
That's cause I miss it there
My mind tells me I have to fly but
I can't help but miss it there

[Verse 2]
Party rock in basements, jump offs in Packer Park
Drunk driving 8 blocks, sideswiped my uncle's car
Stickball schoolyards, 40 oz ringers
Old man call cops, we throw the middle finger
Grabbing coffee at 11:30
Pay a bum to grab my sixpack, they will never serve me
French fries at 3:05, slept past 12
Punch in at 2, better stop them shelves

[Bridge]
Swear to God, there's no other place on earth I'd rather be
Swear to God, there's no one else I'd rather be
Swear to God, I dedicate my life to nothing new
Swear to God, I'm so glad he's given me you

[Chorus]
If it seems that I'm too quiet
That's cause I miss it there
My mind tells me I have to fly but
I can't help but miss it there


[Verse 3]
The smart ones skipped town, Hollywood, Virginia Beach
NYC, even Delaware provides relief
Went to school with many priests
They smoked cigarettes and cheered their favorite teams
Now they're up shit's creek
Dogs in backyards, cats in the alleys
Rich kids failed out and still drive Denalis
Time froze, you still the damn king
That's why you still wear your high school ring I get it

[Bridge]
Swear to God, there's no other place on earth I'd rather be
Swear to God, there's no one else I'd rather be
Swear to God, I dedicate my life to nothing new
Swear to God, I'm so glad he's given me you

[Chorus]
If it seems that I'm too quiet
That's cause I miss it there
My mind tells me I have to fly but
I can't help but miss it there

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from Bad Weather Classic EP, track released February 17, 2011

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