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Backpack lyrics

Performer Jase

Backpack song lyrics by Jase official

Backpack is a song in English

High school days, notepad in my backpack,
I was writing bars in class,
Dinnertime settings, me and bro just shelling,
I was ready to clash,
If I wrote it down, then I said it
And even now I still get gassed, uh,
Old school beats on the phone,
That's nutty violins, rhythm and gash,
Yo,
Lyrically gifted, that was the first bar I ever spat,
Can't lie, I borrowed that flow, I was young and I just ran with that,
It's been about a decade since then, so I thought I'd bring it back,
Caught the love from about year nine and since then I ain't looked back
I grew up on, what do you mean you fool, go on then, go on then, draw for the tool,
Fell in love with grime from early watching Westwood like I was cool,
G-H-E-T-T-O, my heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
Sixteens have these man heated though, his boy like Nah fam, leave it bro,
High school days, notepad in my backpack,
I was writing bars in class,
Dinnertime settings, me and bro just shelling,
I was ready to clash if I wrote it down, then I said it
And even now I still get gassed, uh,
Old school beats on the phone, that's nutty violins, rhythm and gash,
I remember the first clash I had, I can't lie, it didn't end well,
I remember I was bare nervous, I was up against Rebz as well,
He let me go first, I'm thinking yeah I've got this, Imma spin them with this
But little did I know that every time bro spat nah he never missed,
Them bars are dry, it's not a nice scene, I recommend cream or Vaseline,
You're just gassed up like gasoline, man get smoked with bars like nicotine,
Can't lie I got spun, everyone went mad, yeah I took it like a champ,
But that was bro, I needed that, just like that he lit up the match cah,
High school days notepad in my backpack,
I was writing bars in class,
Dinnertime settings, me and bro Just shelling,
I was ready to clash,
If I wrote it down, then I said it,
And even now I still get gassed, oh,
Old school beats on the phone,
That's nutty violins, rhythm and gash,
We formed grime scene soldiers, and that changed to team's too strong,
Back then we thought the name was so cold but it turns out we were so wrong,
One of the bros I can't even contact, One of the bros went and found Jesus,
How can we be teams too strong when, I saw the team fall to pieces,
Sometimes I wonder what could have been, I think we could have made the big screen,
But life is life and not everyone you know gets to live out their dreams,
Even still, I'ma keep going like say it's my only option, and my bros I've got them,
Cause I'm Trying to run this like I'm Michael Johnson,
High school days, notepad in my backpack
I was writing bars in class,
Dinner time settings,
Me and bro just shelling, I was ready to clash
If I wrote it down, then I said it,
And even now I still get gassed, uh,
Old school beats on the phone, that's nutty violins, rhythm and gash
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Writer: Jason Eme
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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