Lyrics:
"God rest ye merry, gentlemen"
The comma's after "merry"
The syntax is confusing-
I would even say it's very
They teach this stuff in Sunday school
number 3 but shoot like I'm Poole I got a stick and no this ain't pool I come wit lesson but no it ain't school god stay wit the blessing me he is a mood
some grammar
Now, did I stammer
Work on that grammar
You should know when
It's "less" or it's "fewer"
Like people who were
Never raised in a sewer
I
the trophies out
Jordan Poole
Been in the streets for all my life
I ain't never go to school
These young niggas can't check me, how
The fuck I'm 'posed to lose,
Good grammar, good good good grammar
Need good grammar good good good grammar
Need good grammar
Need good grammar
Walking down the Bondi beach way
think it's a
Good time
To learn some grammar
Now, did I stammer
Work on that grammar
You should know when
It's "less" or it's "fewer"
Like people
To learn some grammar
Now, did I stammer
Work on that grammar
You should know when
It's "less" or it's "fewer"
Like people who were
Never raised in a sewer
Woke up this mornin,
Clock said I was late for school,
Teacher told me "that's not cool"
Gotta put my shirt and pants on,
Flew down the front
GI
They say GI you got time
In and out like I'm Jordan Poole
Readmission hit so I guess we're going back to school
Might dip again though cause I'm
to a Wendys
If you really want me to
This ain't nothing but a little
Country grammar
Southern Nigga, no Atlanta
Make em wave flag like surrender
My speakers
did you get that grammar?"
Lagga, Lagga, Lagga, Lagga (boaw)
Lagga, Lagga (skrr)
Did off my hair plait like Spragga
Had to get cut, I was feeling
we playing with Crayola
I wanna ball just like I'm Jordan Poole
But I can't get beat up just like I'm Jordan Poole
We went and bought some ruler clips
bitches' back
I hear them boys coming (hey)
Who am I? You answer, you know it's 'bout the grammar
From any state, it don't matter, from here to Montana
sensible because we saw the principal
like grammar school somehow the principal's invicible
shot a couple hoops the rims are called fruit loops
and if you
the bank like Desi
Told you I'm ready chasing the fetti
Only fat nigga going hard like a hammer
Spitting that country grammar over beats like Nelly
I can't
school teachers!
Reading, Grammar, Math, Science,
Music, Art, P.E.
These are not the only things
you can learn from classes.
Yay!
Fun, safe, easy-peasy
[Intro]
(Wait Psychic, relax!)
Ay’ this that old school shit (That new year shit)
I really fuck with this beat
Mane this shit, really sound like it
to Jackson, Mississippi spittin' grammar (spittin' grammar)
From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans)
And all points in between just to get
This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my
bus came to a halt
in front of Ilupeju
Grammar School.
As I alighted from
the bus, mumbling
my usual ‘thank you
Sir’, It struck me that
my
school
As a kid, I’ve never thought about the green
Usually I would come home at The Neuse playing games
Poole Road got me into rapping can’t you tell?
Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't
me in school, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But
Just know I love you and I ain't letting up
She like the way I talk
She say she love my country grammar
If you upset, I'll stop the world
I'll make sure
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