Lyrics:
don't fucking touch me
So much money I'm my own board of trustees
If you can't accept
Here's a dab for you to forget
I'm the match set
Get a quartet
All along in the day
I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees
All those don
For my nigga Hush
Yeah, look
Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees
Smokin' on crushed leaves
They turn they back on everything
of the School
Of the Arts Institute of Chicago
And the Board of
Trustees of the Art Institute of Chicago
I now confer upon you the degree of Honorary
Doctorate
can go but be back soon
I'll have some work for you to groom.
Oh, what a lot of naughty boys
Oh, I've been a naughty boy
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cross it like every readin'
But all the other pussies, they be sorry
Girl I need it and all the other trustees
That would rise, oh, i beat it
Light me up
think I'm gonna sack
The whole board of trustees
All those Don Quixotes in their B-17s
And I swear this time yeah this time
They'll blow us back
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there, they toned it down, how I'm supposed to smile?
When cheese attract the rats, police attachin' facts
They ain't PC, they just trustees, I had
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at ease
Can I appease
All this disease
Got No trustees
Or guarantees
So
Do as we please
Lets have a spree
No referees
It's so supreme
This little dream
I'm
through this door with me
And we'll put you on our board of trustees
But thing about funk is it's free
pacing, working out or sing
Trustees are busy with their tasks and coming to and from
But don't be fooled by all this as it's calm before the storm
Every
the Bushwick Bolsheviks
We don't know what it means so it's gotta be obscene
Fundie trustees of taste magistrates of all disgrace
Anarchist anarchist cease
the land of the free
The pedos and monsters allow this to happen apart from the board of trustees
your spitting image
DNA does not give you photo cred
We waiting for the trustees
To give us more than bread
You the money that he counted out
You the one
can reach my trustees
I can work from the ocean cause I’m my only payee
If you were me, you would want these special moments to freeze
That’s not me, I
right my stomach was turning and my head was light
Cool with the trustees he got some hot cheetos
Noodles and water with some flaming doritos
He had my
a chess move
But This board ain't got directors
Trust eases your
Trustees is your
Stress
So who's the next
Hmmm
Guess you've
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