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Russel like it's Master and Commander
I'm friends with Casper, he's the man, sure
I'll introduce ya, and we'll all get plastered and I mean hammered
Zul's

several ways with time
The bullies gradually began to deflate
Lose power

Grammar school jr high
High school we grew like odd plants
Gathering nourishment

like a ligament, yeah, bone-to-bone
Grammar school, they called me J
Eatin' shrooms, I'm kinda cray
I got the dro, she got the Plan B, we gon' pop

Your Cover's Blown

Belle & Sebastian

Books

2004

this land of grammar schools
And galloped days, the lady's set in her way
Behind a long conversation from a kid named Stole
He's a little slow but in

ding-a-ling-a-ling!
Oh, my ding-a-ling

And then momma took me to Grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibule.
Ev'ry time that bell would ring,
Catch me

the dumbest players and
Expect the match to be fair
Is it the school that matters or
The lessons that they teach there?
They found it funny when I told
These

Hello - it's the Allotropes...
Synthesizers drifting along for 40 odd years
Nightmare grammar school boys... and girl
Punk rock, electronic robot -

and 
Three for the world but we love those girls. 
It Goes Bliss and Eso 
Gallop though your metro 
Droppin fresh shit what part you don't get bro? 
One for

to have it all and lose it all just to figure out my destiny
Now I got the sauce I got the juice I’m the mother loving recipe
Grammar school student so

on bitches heads like a bonnet
I was a terror since the public school era had a lot of nerve
I'm a bad girl
I'm feelin' brash got the antidote in my knapsack

the minimum
Might've put too many syllables up in my syllabus
Simple shit
Listen to the grammar in my sentences
Metaphorically euphoric states of mind are

And Rocky met Rihanna, and Drizzy had them bitches on camera
I had a girl I went to school with move out to Atlanta
Way back when Nelly moved that Country

Me & My Brother

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

girls and blowing like Reg Peep the slim slick
No hammer, smack 'em sledge grammar
Hot damn, I rip the rhythm up

And rock cuts like sluts with big

Flying off earth
Reminisce I remember
That addiction is cursed
A place to tattoo
I'll prolly write on my nerves
Damn well knowing I'm not curses
I'm

I feel like paper boy up in Atlanta
My girl is yellow pineapple cabana
Smoking on Bruce what is you saying
Don't make me spell it out nigga Bruce

hot but his chain stay icy
Cause I got the style and
The rest comes nicely

Bring it back old school HB #2
I'm the creme de la creme and what are you #2

the bar, another glass of booze
For the gambler in Las Vegas, another hand to lose
For the grammar school nerd, another bully to fight
For the lonely