Lyrics:
punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
Punchline academy; your boy was on the dean's list
about his experience with Monroe Academy
Mr. Drummond, the floor is yours." Thank you
I never would've dreamed in 3rd grade that I would be here
Having
Enemy
I'm no longer a merry man
Merry man
Show me your resume
Resume
Forget the academy
Academy
Under recovery
Recovery
But still gonn make history
not, not, not, not, not
Your academy
The halls are like piss
The rooms are underlit
Still it must be nice
Such a perfect fit, fit
What's that I hear?
With a German accent
She sings American blues
With a guitar 'cross her shoulder
And some worn out wooden shoes
She plays for pennies
Thrown into
my scars
The glimmer in your eyes are how I'm writing these bars
Then I'm in the booth with manny whilst I'm shredding these guitars
Got some bad
dreams to be like
Now I am taken back to my roots
My sweet old guitar four Lovely Guitars
Great Guitars of Heart
Baby, I Need Your Guitars
Your Cheatin'
feat. Lil Dreamer, Mr. Capone-E, Snapper
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr.
world truly be?
No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting
No be-Boys, no be-Girls, No graffiti, No nothing
If Hip Hop was never born?
three but you took it all out of me
We were eighteen when we met at the academy
But I can't wait to see the look in your eyes
I can't wait to see the look
do Kiki or Melissa
No we don't play guitars
We like to use gaffa tape but we don't play guitars
Give us your gaffa tape, we don't want your
do Kiki or Melissa
No we don't play guitars
We like to use gaffa tape but we don't play guitars
Give us your gaffa tape, we don't want your
to tell which way to go
It all depends on which way the wind blows
Wouldn't it be nice if I could pay my bills with this guitar
This 9 to 5 I'm working
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the guage
guitar loves , Guitar loves
Guitar love , guitar love
As the wind blows, wind blows Sticks and stones, may break your bones
As the water flows, water flows
and together we'll improve
Your gonna get to learn to elevate, and climb
Forget the urge to close your eyes
Here we go, fill it up, this academy is happening
got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
or strong?
'Cause this isn't a fantasy
Here is where you belong
At the Lawmage Academy
Keep your eyes on the look out
Beware your rivals
Danger's all about
got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Yeah
(This shit gonna be crazy, Jack)
Country boy, them young bulls tote guitars
Make sure my life enjoyed, I know I got a bunch of problems
make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the gauge
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