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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Performer
Monica
Monica
Performer
The Edge
The Edge
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Composer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Composer
LaTavia Parker
LaTavia Parker
Composer
Devon Garnett
Devon Garnett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Sedeck
Sedeck
Co-Producer
Kevin Myers
Kevin Myers
Recording Engineer
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Recording Engineer
Andy Grassi
Andy Grassi
Mixing Engineer
John Pirretti
John Pirretti
Assistant Engineer
Jason Rea
Jason Rea
Assistant Engineer
Tom Shumay
Tom Shumay
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Latabia Parker, Devon Garnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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