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Class Reunion Lyrics

from The Preacher's Son

"Class Reunion" is track #6 on the album The Preacher's Son. It was written by Duplessis, Jerry / Garnett, Devon / Parker, Latavia Chufon / Jean, Wyclef.
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It's a class reunion
You come home from the ATM
Oh yeah

Monica you ready? Oh yeah
Man she look so good
Rollin' through the hood
God bless the dead
Jerry Wonder knock on wood

She was a ghetto queen, yeah
Turned into a fiend, yeah
Night I heard her scream
She [Incomprehensible]
To a nightmare dream, oh yeah

She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time

So much dope on the streets
That I'm prayin' for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talkin' 'bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah

Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feelin' blue, it's a beautiful world
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

Said, he looks so real'
When he was runnin' on the football field
I love the cheerleader scream his name
Even in B-ball he had game

But didn't show up at the class reunion
That's when I asked one of my girls what happened
That's when they told me he got life in prison
Caught up in the system, tryin' to be a kingpin
The story never ever ends

He was mine, he was fine
He was hip, he was hot
He was too fly, butterfly
It was his time, it was his time
Oh why, oh why, oh why

So much dope on the streets
And I'm prayin' for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talkin' 'bout my time, my time
Everybody say my time, oh why

Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end, it's a beautiful world
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feelin' blue, it's a beautiful world

And I don't know much about English class
Math I didn't pass, biology and chemistry
Was all a dream to me, I patiently wait for the bell
So I can see you after class but now it's all in my past

She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time

So much dope on the streets
That I'm prayin' for peace
But the poor gotta eat
They're talkin' 'bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah

Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feelin' blue it's a beautiful world
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feelin' blue it's a beautiful world
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time, let's go

This is the class reunion
This is the class reunion
Reminisce on the high school days

Songwriters
Duplessis, Jerry / Garnett, Devon / Parker, Latavia Chufon / Jean, Wyclef

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC