Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
Verse One [Armani]:
I love geography class
Watch that ass, photography flash
I’m probably gon’ ask for a condom and cash
Cuz I wanna fuck my teacher…
I bring an apple a day
I have to get laid
Detention today is the only way
I’m tempted to stay, take my vacation days
So I’m smoking on some reefer
I keep thinking about her, my dick always hard
From London to Japan, this bitch a mirage
The skirt that she wears has me seeing stars
That bra is a cause for concern
It’s leaving marks on your skin, that is no way to earn
We should be naked and turn, lights down and burn
Blunt leaves and sherm only way to earn
These natural feelings we can’t stop them now
Some sexual healing is bound to go down
You ready, you kneeling, your knees hit the ground
While I’m steady revealing these mystical sounds
I’m peeling your clothes off and taking you round
The world like you did with me
Returning the favor from 2003
It changed my behavior, I grew up to be
A major in geography, a major in pimpology
A saviours been sent follow me
A saviours been sent follow me
So follow Armani to depths of the sea
So follow Armani to depths of the sea
Paul Mooney [Interlude]
Verse Two [Armani]:
I was a poolboy for a summer
No schoolboy, I run a
Dangerous life, I’m loving your wife
I’m cleaning the pool, but dreaming of two
Tits in my face when you leave for school
Drop the kids off while I’m dripping my dick in her mouth
Skimming the leaves and smoking some trees
Some vitamin C and your bitch on her knees
Loving the cash, so she gives me amounts
Your highschool sweetheart with her legs apart
Strips at the start like a stripper its art
I’d give her my hearb, but I’m not like that
Anymore, I don’t love em, I just hit em raw
After that don’t get hit by the door
Grab my shit in stores on your way home bitch
I just party and bullshit, bacardi and full clips
Armani be so sick, child of the solstice
June 18th, three days for the soul lift…
[Outro]
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