How it was ain't how it is
How it is ain't how it will be
When anyone asks how i've been
I tell em ask how i will be
School days they never paid her no attention
All the boys used to think about was taking home her best friend
Remember trocadero had us all going west end
She was the weirdo the lame with no protection
So they used to call her rugged
And she called her older bruddas
At night she couldn't sleep
She just hid below the covers
She was a tomboy with potential
In a class full of cruel kids
All alone she suffered
But the years passed by
And the glasses became contacts
The ears a bit relaxed
And the braces disappeared
She used to battle with her pass out
Couldn't pass she made combat
She's got it back now her face is everywhere
Shop windows and adverts
Now it's like she's never been insulted by a man's words
Nobody thought that she'd become a model
When her hair was in a bobble
She had bottles thrown at her
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
School days she was the one that all the boys chased
Just another little boy tryna beat before his voice breaks
Valentines day there ain't a choice made
Way too many options she can't avoid hate
Now there's rumours going round the school
They're calling her a slag
They say she's going out with paul
She ain't call with that
Cause paul ain't growing outta all the things children have
He wrote a little poem on the wall where the water's at
The years pass by and her reputation was ruined
Telling every man she meets they're the only man she beats
Swearing on her life by elevating what's she doing
Now paul's become the man to please
Sport's got the man his p
She a funky buddha celebrity pursuing
She walks in casually
Haunting all the athletes
Now she's on the same celebrity
She knew when she was a secondary girl
But he remembers very well
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
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People change
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People change
The model the baller the chicken head
All went the same school
Coincidence different situations
Supported by these instruments life
Hate love and too much attention caused the difference
The model was the victim
Chicken head was loved
And the baller was a victim
Of this chick he said he loved
Mate i'm just painting a picture
Where's my brush
All two used the gift they was given
One never once opened a present up
She just opened her legs and
Hoping to to get a cuff
From bruddas that get money
But no she never does
I suppose it's never funny
When these hoes have a child
That won't respect their mummy
Back to the other two
One night they crossed paths in the lobby of the w
A hot glance turned into exchanging numbers
Who ever thought that they would get together
Well i never
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
Times change
People change
