Tekst piosenki
Walking through my high school, trynna get this paper up
Past a couple jocks talking Lakers; swag and haters suck
High as hell; my side pockets had the vapor tucked away
So everything these fuckers saying don’t relate to us
Seen my lady-friends, my heart pacing but
Music in my ears, love tracks and I hate to crush
Finally make it to my class see I’m late as fuck;
Looked at this ugly nigga Shak and told him „Hey Wassup!”
Sat down I had to take a test
Maybe a quiz, I’mma wiz but I hate to flex
Brain straining hard to focus
Looking around the class and all I really recall is note this
Notebooks and pencils, no shit
I’m looking at my pencil now
I realize that I broke it. (FUCK)
Gotta get up and sharpen shit
Now I’m at my seat shocked; I gotta '0′ since I was talkative
And shit, it couldn’t get any worse right?
3rd periods done and I forget to rehearse my
First five questions without addressing the lesson
Now I’m stressing, questioning if I should just guess now I’m e(s)sing (shitting) all in my pants right now
And I ask right now?
We taking notes I need a pencil for a chance to right down
Getting shook the teacher notices my pants bright brown
. . . and so I get the fuck up out of the classroom. (DAMN!)
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