Lyrics:
deliver Poor Me?
Paul and Silas bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)
Who shall deliver Poor Me? (2x)
Prep School Hippie
Prep school hippie
Or hip school
deliver Poor Me?
Paul and Silas bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)
Who shall deliver Poor Me? (2x)
Prep School Hippie
Prep school hippie
Or hip school
It's just somethin' people say, they don't really feel that way
Prep-school gangsters make the call, as the summer turns to fall
I was tired but
didn't teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
(Think about what you did)
She's not a saint
teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
(Think about what you did)
She's not a saint
teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
(Think about what you did)
She's not a saint
Man, it might kill her, it's the prep school mic killa'
With the drums and the groove so it feel Dilla
I don't care what he say
I'ma get my platinum
to a prep school
That was a pimp school, man
Look at this, look at this here, a prep school
Look my man, class of 87'
See, bow tie, checkered pants
He was
you're doing?
Apparently you think it's pretty cool
But that bad boy style is wearing you
Did you learn how to herd cattle in prep school?
Could
on weekends
To act like you live on the edge
I bet you think
That you're real tough
You say to c'mon
But I don't wanna belong
To your prep-school delinquency
Why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows you're not from the streets
You went to prep school in Cambridge
With daughters and sons
Man, this place fucking sucks yo
Fuck prep school man
This place is bullshit
That party last night
Oh wait, that's right, it never fucking happened
callow punks
Beautiful prep-school pricks
And harmless seminarian misfits
To study women, booze and lots of drugs
Our silly little oblivions
In Marriage
coming
every kid from the suburb
a hundered miles and runnin'
the influence is stunnin'
enough to make you stagger
cause prep-school Johnny
got some thug
insane come, choose my aim
I was making brain kids will call me lame
Cause I'm failing tests (Why you so dumb?)
You don't know what prep school is like
songs she knows every line
Baby I'm not like you
Prep school and I got a loose screw
You draw so draw me a tattoo
You're late cause I'm singing in
could be done
So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
And disappear into a summer's bliss
Of staying out and sleeping in
As they primp their pampered bodies
And put schnozzguard on their nose
This ain't Hawaii
This ain't Hawaii
This ain't Hawaii
This ain't Hawaii
Prep
stops
Gather a group I've seen before
Inner-circle I adore
Lean into it
Lean into it
The art school kids smoke cigarettes
The prep school kids smoke
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
Jessie Brown
[Chorus]
Sweet Jessie Brown
Would you look at you now
She graduated early and to prep school we new surely
She was bound
Everybody
black hole doing crack
Wondering why aint my ghetto prep school boogie ass been eliminated with the rest
Star ship nigga outer space muthafucka
Uh
I was the young nigga fucking lil hoes outta prep school
Jumped in these streets called it step school
Grind to the top bitch i don't need no step
romantic walks in the
Pouring rain
Then I'd make washboard, wind-
Blown, sea-side, serenading, prep
School boys disappear
That flock in the summer
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