Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taxi Fare , by - Lexxus. Release date: 20.11.2005
Song language: English
Taxi Fare |
| Teacher Teacher, you can’t make me stay; |
| I know I came to class without a pass and I’m late so i’ll be tardy |
| For coming to first period havin' a party |
| I’m talking to stunts filling my (???) of bacardi |
| I’m really, really sorry Mr. Harrari, your lectures bore me |
| I interrupt you when you tell a story |
| I raise my hand, to make you stand up and you ignore me |
| Open up your eyes and please realize your lessons phoney |
| My parents always said don’t let the teachers put you down |
| Or walk around school grounds labeled as a class clown |
| Class Clown? |
| Class Clown! |
| Class Clown? |
| Class Clown! |
| In my class, I did everything but pass |
| I do my ACT’s but good at making people laugh |
| Telling jokes, sleeping, or maybe I wrote the raps |
| I put signs on backs and threw off dunce caps |
| Never took notes and from the board I never copied |
| Wrote on desks to make the room look so sloppy |
| Crumbled up papers; |
| I’m up to no good, and when the teacher turned her back, |
| I took aim like Robin Hood |
| Ha-ha-ha, made you look, she got mad |
| Try and threaten me and say that she would call my dad |
| But to me that was a joke, my teachers getting shook |
| As soon as I get home I leave my phones off the hook |
| My phone’s off the hook, I’m writing in my book |
| And that girl with the killa, killa booty made me look at her dress |
| And I’m always in a mess of trouble, sent to the office every day on the double |
| Got my red nose and my extra big clothes and I’m down, to be the biggest class |
| clown |
| Class clown? |
| Class clown! |
| I hate school with a passion; |
| garbage cans, hallways I be smashin' |
| Bashin'; |
| I’m thrashin, I’m cutting classes |
| I got a lot of dips who write me fake passes |
| Me be a rapper? |
| All I get is laughter from some coffee-breath teacher as they |
| try to come after… |
| Me, because you see, all I do is wrong |
| Could it be, could it be, could it be that I’m Rashaan? |
| Kicked out of the class, well I consider myself lucky |
| Oops! |
| I made a mistake, I’m better known as the Bucwheed, so duck me |
| Cause I ain’t makin' no idle threats |
| After I beat my teacher, I’m smackin' all her pets |
| Shhh! |
| You shouldn’t be concerned with it |
| I leave an apple with a worm in it |
| A class clown and that’s permanent… |
| Every class I’m in, there’s always teachers on my back |
| Tellin' me read my notes and do my work, they tell me how to act |
| They thinkin' I’m bad, they make me mad with all the rules they makin' |
| But I don’t listen, keep on dissin' cause it all sounds fake |
| I look at girls I’m makin' plans out to release my semen |
| My head’s on desk, I’m getting rest, don’t wake me while I’m dreamin' |
| While I’m at school, I play the fool till I’m a ringleader |
| My (???) never caught, but labeled as a cheater |
| I face the wall, my name get called out each and every minute |
| And if shit hit’s the fan you know that I’ll be in it; |
| Oh man, oh man, oh please don’t let this bitch call my father |
| But I don’t sweat it, just forget it, yo I don’t bother |
| And if I fail, my pops he’ll nail me underneath the ground |
| But I guess that’s the price I have to pay to be the class clown |