Lyrics:
music in Brazil. The manuscript says: “for the teaching of sacred music in female secondary schools”.
It was preformed for the first time on November
Well now the school Christmas party is coming
Ain't doing rugby no more
McIntyre teaching us waltzing
Out on the gymnasium floor
Nobody battered
But the story has a little twist
I'm an artist, my paintbrush a razor
Secondary school, never took off my blazer
Took off my blazer, took off my blazer
of place
Can't take up space
I'm sick of being in last place
I take my power back
I'm more than a body and
I'm not secondary and
I'll never understand
Why
gi vi me hope
I hate school
The teachings they're going is bored
And it has no connection with me trying to fly in abroad
I hate school
Don't tell me
to your fool
Fight at the night school
Nocturnal education
(E)
If they get beaten down, no one will give a damn
(F)
Forget the elite in town, you know where
I didn't think I'd mention her again
I thought I'd left her in my past
With all my secondary school friends
But when you get your heart broken
It's
mumu
Oh ye
Since secondary school
Bad man smog don dey make all this move
I gat a feeling in my soul
Now the the feeling don dey grow
Na she dey touch
mumu
Oh ye
Since secondary school
Bad man smog don dey make all this move
I gat a feeling in my soul
Now the the feeling don dey grow
Na she dey touch
in schisms
I remain in unity with self and its core truest vision
Like Confucianism school of thought
The view is teaching the world about the way
TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURER BE YOUR NAME
TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURE BE THE SAME
MAKE-EE NO TEACH-EE ME AGAIN OH
AS SOON TEACHING FINISH
The teachers tell me that me bad
Secondary school
You know them tell me that me bad
Me never listen cuh you know say that me bad
When me ten year old
My mother
Hey Grace, guess what, cool
You're teaching in Japan and I got another school
You got another man and I got another boo
I'm glad we moved on, I'm
Hey Grace, guess what? Cool.
You're teaching in Japan and I got another school
You got another man and I got another boo
I'm glad we moved on,
something they do
Only teacher knows about the subjects they span - span
Education's secondary, being a school mam
Oooooeeee!
Teachers doing fine
Ayy, woah, ayy, yeah
Hit me on the regular, ayy, yeah, ayy
Back in school you used to hit me on the regular
Blowing up my phone you used to overload
Family cookout soul music with the soul food
Grown folks teaching the kids the electric slide
Remember when we use to hoop behind the middle school
crap I learned in high school
Crap I learned in high school
Oh I'm sure it's really gonna help
Probably woulda been better off teaching myself
It's
something they do
Only teacher knows about the subjects they span - span
Education's secondary, being a school mam
Oooooeeee!
Teachers doing fine as far
wrong
Do you show em how to live
What ya teaching to the youth
What you teaching to the youth
You a don don't recruit
Can you tell em go to school
What ya
ghetto youths come
Rastafari school room to receive de teachings
Wey you tink los ina tomb
And now you vex chu
Rastaman lift off the bloody sheet wey you
a kid he talked so much his cunt Margie called him preacher
Our start starts as they often do- Once upon a time,
He was teaching in a school. He was
There’s a school in the bush
Where little animals go
With a wise old owl teaching them all that they should know
Good morning class
Good morning
playin'")
("Direct from the Shaolin slum, here I come")
("Right now, I'm teaching school")
("There it is, you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes")
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