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Afford the opulence of self-indulgence Living the leisure circuit has a natural teacher and healer Seed investors, job creators, reinvest pre-tax
to the drawing board, act like nobody knows Never mind the fact that everybody saw you botch it Consider retirement; refine the art of bocce Poppy out the wazoo,
I'll pour the gasoline on your halo I'll flip the zip I'll put it in your hand She promise she'll be good keep it stable But I ain't no retirement
lesson and got back to the drawing board I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board I done went back
KCR in your house, house (AH) Spider, spider, spider teacher (JAJAJA) KCR in your house, house (AH) Spider, spider, spider teacher (JAJAJA) Spider,
of teachers, parents, and preachers A principal and one kid dress in sneakers Case of brown versus the board (Order order) Yo twelve, verse one is
fuck that Woke up and I dropped a deluxe, I'm like plus tax Teacher tried to put me in timeout, I said fuck that You ain't my mama hoe, I ain't
of teachers, parents, and preachers A principal and one kid dress in sneakers Case of brown versus the board (Order order) Yo twelve, verse one is
(HEY!) Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension 'cause sunset, the teacher was lyin about the Indians Tryin to tell much of the story of Columbus
sinister Pissed our pants every time we just talk back at them So to you loudmouth teachers I hope y'all get torn Y'all the reason I still wear this uniform
Now everybody talks about Oh you teachers got it so easy With your summers off Christmas break- MUST BE NICE Yeah it must be nice I'll tell ya How
teacher said my writing is inspiring My 5th grade teacher said don't ever seek retirement In 6th grade they said I'm really 'bout to flip the script
snitching Rat killing Riding round with a 40 on board Disrespect I just put it out, woo! Fake it till you make it But these streets yeah We grind
the scenes, we all know, she's not the only one Planning her retirement when her life has just begun What's it like to live alone Without a roommate or a pet
you trying to write your name on all those stupid boards? Are you come to be a king? Or are you lyin’ to be teacher? How much you swallowed those
Chasing rings, gold chains, and the plaques Same ol thing nun changed going back Don't gotta pose for the facts Putting numbers on the board, ain't
teachers made me Heartless Sleeping on then benches made me Heartless Trusting all these bitches made Heartless We don’t run We run drills Ain’t no love In
these retirements Teachers, Teachers, Teachers got they hands tied And the students know it that's the bad side Seems as if the devil's winning by
and say I'll see you later Every time I raise the courage up to talk My teacher says go to the board with a piece of chalk I'll never talk out of turn
on speed Chorus 4x Faster then the concord On board Call me the pilot Baby better let me know she's excited In the testerosa
We did it again Up on the board Hitting 10 VVS like I'm ken I got the shot Tell me when I got the shot Tell me when Wanna be with us We did it again
toasting to the good life Yeah Don’t know what else’s in store Everyday we gotta score Putting numbers on the board Yeah Do the dash on ya hoe now Yeah Paper
the board, 200 miles we steady shaking up the floor If you see aksar broski don’t open up the door, I’m shakey, I’m shakey, I’m steady bagging up the raw,
Clear the board Praise the lord Clear the board Praise the lord Puff out your chest to prove you're the best To all the kids on the ground Beat them
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