Lyrics:
yo
In class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl
(what?)
The teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah
(NO NO NO)
I'm not with detention no no with
sellin' bags)
I been gettin' rich
I heard you niggas mad
I heard you niggas broke
I heard you down bad
You need to work it out
Go on to your gym class
many more years have you taught at that gym
How many more girls have you done this to
Dean, is it five
Is it ten
After my first EMDR session some
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
(Brian!)
Wait
I feel a touch on my shoulder
I turn to the left and the principal's here
He says I'm late to my class
I hang out too much with my girl
But she
will remain underground
Where ants and moles hold it down
With basement parties bumping Gym Class Heroes and brain games
All the same, I myself may
Working nine to five I see you on ya grind
You deserve a standing ovation
I see that ass in the gym
The g class is a Benz bae
You deserve a standing ovation
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing
card scam and I missed my class
Stank like high school gym class
But the high school haters can kiss my- WOAH!
You know I sip on Gatorade
Root beer
I know it's in you, find your growth
Can't see you like this anymore
Oh by the way
The girls with yams finally want me
But let's be honest, passed
yo
In class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl
(what?)
The teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah
(NO NO NO)
I'm not with detention no no with
And by the way that you attract me I see you a magnet ( babadadado)
You got style , you you got class co,colgate smile
and girl you gat it ( Well you know
this in the morn, chips in a restaurant
Straight to the hotel
I ain't sold no jeans to no girl
She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well
Plenty more fish in
a lovely bride
They said you were going places
But me I just went for a ride
Down by the old school
I got married to a sweet young girl
And kept
is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by
hardt' like my brother
Sold crack in his prime
R.I.P
If you don't like me girl it's fine by me
Untill you saw me on TV
In the club with slime in the VIP
slime
If you need it girl you can have my spine
Yeah
You been in the gym tryna get right
Got a couple pounds baby that's alright
Girl you know I like it
in the gym you gon be with me for a lifetime
Whenever I dream you be right by my side
When I lay with you girl I can't tell a lie
So whatever happens I
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran
I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurtle
a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You
don't see no damn controllers
I been running shit since I came out the womb no need for strollers
Man I told ya when I hop on beats by boda we surpassing
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