Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High School, artist - Razakel. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High School |
| Bang bang bang |
| Bang bang bang |
| Bang bang bang |
| Bang bang bang |
| These obsessions won’t stop |
| In my head, deep inside of me |
| Visions of death written down in my diary |
| They say «Freak», but I don’t give a fuck though |
| I’m heavily armed and I’m ready to explode |
| Everyone the terror that’s coming |
| Columbine and gunnin' |
| Pumped up, kids start runnin' |
| My spits bullets, actions so heinous |
| gunshots from my hotel room in Las Vegas |
| like a rape victim, traumatized |
| Call me an abortion, 'cause I’m dead inside |
| I kill these punk-ass bitches, |
| What other wicked bitch can bring these kinda words to life? |
| Tell m |
| All I’m tryna do is beat my high score |
| Killstreak, winning th battle, winning the war |
| All I’m tryna do is beat my high score |
| Nothing but left on the floor |
| I see right through you, you do not see me |
| You label me different, but all |
| Because all of you are the same |
| Trenchcoats, shotguns, pipebombs |
| 911 can’t help, I’m heavily armed |
| It’s like I’m shooting up a high school |
| (Bang, bang, bang) |
| Like I’m shooting up a high school |
| (Bang, bang, bang) |
| «And those two girls sitting next to you, they probably want you to shut the |
| *beep* up, too! |
| Jesus! |
| Rachel and Jen. |
| and. |
| whatever.» |
| «I don’t like you, Rachel *beep* and Jen, you’re stuck up little *beep*, |
| you’re *beep* little… Christian, Godly little whores!» |
| «Yeah. |
| „I love Jesus! |
| I love Jesus!“ Shut the *beep* up!» |
| «What would Jesus do? |
| What the *beep* would I do.?» |
| «I would shoot you in the *beep* head! |
| Go Romans! |
| Thank God they *beep* that |
| ass*beep*.» |
| Shootin' at a girl’s body |
| Hairpin trigger, shit |
| Pistol-psycho do it |
| Motherfucker, bust som bigger shit |
| Never been the type to get a on a |
| Always been the type to shoot a with a vest on |
| Bang, bang, bang |
| My gun jammed with a spoon |
| Snuck up at their house, dad’s sleepin' in the living room |
| 'Bout to run the halls like a motherfucker playin' Doom |
| Callin' out my shots like a motherfucker playin' |
| I’m tryin' tell 'em I ain’t taking no more bullshit |
| Mario, Luigi from the bullets |
| Looking like a hall from |
| Me and Raz forever, strapped together cool kids |
| I hear the cops radio, so I know they gettin' close |
| Let’s do this, yellin' please in apologetic tones |
| shit goes |
| Gun to my head, pussy, you can’t arrest a fucking ghost rah |
| I see right through you, you do not see me |
| You label me different, but all |
| Because all of you are the same |
| Trenchcoats, shotguns, pipebombs |
| 911 can’t help, I’m heavily armed |
| It’s like I’m shooting up a high school |
| (Bang, bang, bang) |
| Like I’m shooting up a high school |
| (Bang, bang, bang) |
| One by one |
| One by one |
| They all fall down |
| One by one |
| One by one |
| They all fall down |
| One by one |
| One by one |
| They all fall down |
| One by one |
| One by one |
| They all fall down |
| I see right through you, you do not see me |
| You label me different, but all |
| You all are the same |