| I took school with mostly joke approaches
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| My rule book was ruled out for rolling roaches into
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| Ready-made joint train tracks of distraction
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| Had to «reback» to catch what actually happened
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| Full packed bags, school pants sagged down
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| Hair upon my chinny-chin; |
| becoming a man now
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| That’s how they get you to shave with razors
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| Smooth face to match with the lame behaviour
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| Made me wonder if I’d ever freaking fit in, but
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| Starting with a «Stanza», I had friends from the beginning
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| And then we best friends, let the bond get stronger
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| Brothers till the end, yup the song get longer than the last one.
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| Take two marks and pass on
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| To a better place but it only really cost one
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| Quarter of a life, a lotta time wasted
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| Hold back the knowledge, hit em with the education
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| Got my pen, got my pad, all I need, all I have
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| Got my talent and I’m glad, it’s fantastic, yeah
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| In the school bus, ready for my brain wash
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| Get a cool rush though the teacher give me flames
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| Such is life. |
| Introduce the wrist to my knife if I
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| Know I’m gonna fail, though the answer’s right
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| Might be incorrect, though perspective is wrong
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| Rather go to art class, let me play a song
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| On my iPod, sketch light-dark for contrast
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| Gimme grey scale, colour blind and
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| I’m not fast at all. |
| And all up on the wall
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| I can’t reach the name board, though I’m long and tall
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| «Are y’all gonna eat those toasted cheesy toes?»
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| School girl for lunch, she like «no, he gross»
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| Well oh no, not again with this rejection
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| Teacher stood me up keeping me guessing and then I
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| Bomb out. |
| Fuck all the talking I’ll take the next route and rap.
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| Wanna get the paper get the pen out for tracks
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| Got my pen, got my pad, all I need, all I have
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| Got my talent and I’m glad, it’s fantastic, yeah |