Lyrics Seven School Sins - Cognito

Seven School Sins

It’s Jekyll and Hyde, back with a vengeance
In fact, the contingence
Is to live at your house, backpacking the Mrs
I never had that knack for resistance
I lack the consistence
Cause in school I got F’s in both maths and physics
I took the skills needed and then proceeded
The teachers pleaded, «Mike, please be seated»
But I was too conceited
So look at me now
I’m back in the town
And acting a clown
First shit talker not backing down
I’m smacking around
Hot headed, the may not ready
I’m spitting game with the first bitch that’s top heavy
Imma rock steady, my Rolex just stops tickin'
So I’m drop kickin'
(No, not you!)
So stop trippin'
When the plot thickens, I get anxious, no patience
You really wanna know what takes place down in the basement?
Face it, you ain’t ready, get your bifocals and Lasiks
I’m takin' it back to the basics, like rockin' Asics
(1) Keep a bottle of vodka with me at all classes
(2) Keep a stack of fake permission slips and hall passes
(3) Keep a couple packs of rubbers in my back pocket
(4) You got a gun in your locker?
You better padlock it
(5) Keep a pill or two to help me concentrate and listen
(6) Keep a blunt or two if I happen to get detention
(7) To find the nerve to help me cheat and pass
Seven school sins to help you make it 'til the end of class
I never raised my hand in class or the teachers would get suspicious
«He misses half of the day and when he’s here, he never listens
He disses the ugly kids, talks back to adults, and worst of all
He’s a freak, he’s got half of the cheerleaders on birth control
This kid’s impossible, he’s gots to go, it’s logical, unstoppable»
Yes, but teacher, there’s something that I gots to know
You ever just said fuck it?
Ridin' around in your bucket?
Whip out your dick on a date just hopin' that the bitch’ll suck it?
I got dreams too, and one of them’s not to have empty pockets
I’ll double your teacher salary, just dumping narcotics
Let me explain it more clearly, you didn’t hear me, deary?
It’s eerie, don’t fear me, you’re feeling weary when near me?
I’ll lick your earring up and down cause I ain’t scared
To express what’s on my chest
I don’t settle for anything less than the best
You impressed?
And I guess
If I make it past the twelfth grade, I succeeded
Got laid, paid, and stayed awake, that’s all that I needed
(1) Keep a bottle of vodka with me at all classes
(2) Keep a stack of fake permission slips and hall passes
(3) Keep a couple packs of rubbers in my back pocket
(4) You got a gun in your locker?
You better padlock it
(5) Keep a pill or two to help me concentrate and listen
(6) Keep a blunt or two if I happen to get detention
(7) To find the nerve to help me cheat and pass
Seven school sins to help you (What you lookin' for?)
Dig in my knapsack for a SnackPack and a pack of Blackjacks
The Trojans in my backpack are still nothin' to laugh at
The last cat to hit it bed back, tappin' that ass crack
Was Jackie, left her with a stack of crab scabs in math class
Safety comes first, so ladies keep some in your purse
In case you decide to converse with someone that is less than perfect
So after you done, you ain’t makin' a trip to see the nurse
And goin' on about your problems, screamin' «Everything, it hurts»
You gon make it to graduation or make it to college
And that’s a whole 'nother set of problems and alcohol knowledge
But I’m sure you’ll make it fine with everything that you’ve done
And if I ain’t helped, then go sign up for Sickology 101
(Chea!)
(1) Keep a bottle of vodka with me at all classes
(2) Keep a stack of fake permission slips and hall passes
(3) Keep a couple packs of rubbers in my back pocket
(4) You got a gun in your locker?
You better padlock it
(5) Keep a pill or two to help me concentrate and listen
(6) Keep a blunt or two if I happen to get detention
(7) To find the nerve to help me cheat and pass
Seven school sins to help you make it 'til the end of class