Lyrics:
First quarter through the roof
I’m still making cover songs
For snack foods and orange juice
Now she’s sending ventilators
Back home and building schools
Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin',
Callin' me on my phone
I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't home
I hear school callin', on my phone
the building
Because I am your Form Teacher your Head Teacher
Your Worst Teacher Your Best Teacher yeah
All I need's a pen and a paper
For the Home School crew
We're building castles and castles, castles and castles
We're building castles
Spit your lines like not body ever made you smile
Let it shine like
high school
They said I can't do what I'm doin' if I try
Hey, look, the building's on fire
Can't climb back there, son, the cell is on fire
Hey, I'm in
the building down down
Tear the building down
I’d tear the building down
Lemme hit you with a riddle
If a school get cheddar
From the neighborhood tax
school yeah
DHS be my home
DHS my
This ain't just my
This ain't just my high school yeah
DHS is be my home
This ain't just my high school yeah
DHS my high
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
a fortress protected by a series of bridges and office buildings that were fashioned almost like modern castles and constructed a beautiful marble glass
What are you doing home from school so early?
You shouldn't be back for another two hours
Now answer me what are you doing home?
(I got suspended)
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
which she plans to move into
We will be closing on our own home very soon
They were happy because they were able to live
First episode, psychosis
Become
on
Fuck your feeling, no question, bitch, I kill it, I bring that check home
We old school like domino
My old school made lawyers know
My old school
moms for it
Walking home from school, I almost got robbed for it
I took off, I can't go home without my jacket on
Blue and whites harassing me but I
push peddels
Yeah I'm wit the building
Turning up and turning out
Scheming on better
Tryna stuff a bag
Middle finger to the bulshit
Yeah I'll pull
that, batter up
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit
to do
Dreaded coming home right after school
No matter what it was I got abused
Making song dat you could sing on the pews
Every lyric from the heart
books underneath it. That piano was like my home. I did as much as I could with that piano because my parents never got me lessons. It was one thing
that, batter up
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit
yeah, I'm gonna let you know
I'll be living in my brand new, in my brand new home
This old building keeps on sinking, y'all and my soul
Has got
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
That I was in the Kiwi Rain
Came home straight from school we had life all planned out
We had a trampoline great friends family and a big house
Then one
OOH
OOH
OOH
OOH
I wanna feel good, I wanna feel good
Got too much stuff on my plate
Pressure's building up in my head
Something's telling me it's
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