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class,
So now everyone puts me down by saying I'm gay.
But I don't care because I have nothing against homosexuals
And the gym teacher is an asshole!
I
the way
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made
Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be
of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made
Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero, heroes do
stacked miles high
They say money changed me, that's a no no
I just don't roll with bums, no hobo

[Chorus:]

(Man gym class heroes is a real problem,
stacked miles high
They say money changed me, that's a no no
I just don't roll with bums, no hobo

[Chorus:]

(Man gym class heroes is a real problem,
TEACHER, what are you doin
Is it my rhymes that you're really tryin to ruin
Back of the class then I come FORTH
The water lies between us, it's time
it up a little bit)
This melody was meant for you (Right there)
Just sing along to my stereo

Gym Class Heroes baby!

If I was just another dusty
you're 5 foot 2
Okay, 5 one and a half
And everybody else in the whole gym class
If 5 foot 3 and even taller, it hurts

Truth is I hadn't thought about
were down and feeling blue.
And it helped you sort out the pieces on your own.

But I'm seeing what you saw. The spring time is beautiful and
I'm proud
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?

Well,
And during phonics class, perfected my delivery
Now the band's playing "Hail to the Chief"

While my capsule's out floating by some
Tropical reef

all
and feeling blue

And it helped you sort out the pieces on your own


But I'm seeing what you saw. the spring time is beautiful and

I'm proud to call this
at my most honest
No egos, no Gym Class status, just Travis
Love it or leave it, but you gotta admit
On a scale of 1 to awesome I'm the shit
Just get
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck?  You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
straight to the point
So this me at my most honest 
No ego 
No gym class status 
Just Travis 
Love it or leave it but you gotta admit 
On scale of 1
or Lewinski.
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)
Oh

[Chorus]

If you could you
world (peace), world (peace), world

Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time
No other compares to what Nas write down
Tell you my dreams,
a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (no shit!)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit

And the obit goes like
Canadian
I just meant that I have to move
Somewhere where I'm surrounded by people that are better than me
I gotta push myself, break my own barriers
My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah

Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day

So gullible just like my
it through
Bill O'Reily's an idiot, he ain't the only one with an opinion fool
E-mail this to my publicist so the media is gonna hear it too
You get
day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X
I thinking of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take ya way, back to when
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your