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Got that hefty garbage bread
I'm in the backseat gettin' that Harvard head
Aiyy, swaggalicious, with' a bag of bitches
This food for thought
Oyster perpetual
Super models on schedule
I give Harvard lectures, I keep brain from intellectuals
I ain't no regular nigga, I'm international
hope we stay together
Unlike my mom and dad did
Only thing I'm scared of in this life is being average
Harvard business school accepted me I'm taking
a martian
Government trying to stop us from departing
I'm done begging for pardons, our planet's uncharted
Wearing durags at Harvard, dissertation
murdered
For the ends, so before we go any further
I want my ends
I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy
Whoa
Whoa
I was raised super strong in Harvard
If you touch me wrong, I fall apart
I found a woman who's soft but she's also hard
While I slept she
forever
My-My-My-My-My beat forever
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, when it slides up and down the scale
You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard
were were laughin' yeah
You took me for a fool
I'm struck down
Left lyin' in the dirt
I never knew
How much love it hurts
[Chorus]
Harvard
from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills
Then
from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills
Then
parted
I want to be like doctor Dre, they want degrees from Harvard
An engineer that slide the fader not designing rockets
I'm in the lab without
much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize
Stuck inside my Harvard box
Behind the door the Bauhaus locked
I`m wrestling with a new ideal
I`m working out the way I feel
I just came back
The cheerleader's recurring dream
You're on the road to Harvard Law
I'm on the bus to Arkansas
I stand in your doorway
Your world looks so enchanting
And all
dealin' with no Harvard boy cause he makes me smile,
Cause you gotta step your game up,
This is what I call a wake cause,
You can take it to the left
Making Harvard graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
Climb the rungs to kingdom come
Sour patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun
Jet pilot for the day
Washed his sins away
Loves to see the Rangers play
His daddy has a job in Washington
Wants to raise a Harvard son
Junior
4.0 GPA going to Harvard
Athletes a hundred miles and running he's a convict
Other hand my high school football team I lead in yardage
Boys
you and your fancy school
You're wrong about the working class
I hope they kick your Harvard ass
I do not like you world of ours
I'd rather live
your armchair
And I'm steamin' at your knee
Go on pontificatin' like I care
Peter Lorrie, then a story about AC/DC
Harvard-educated, frustrated
Leader of the new school like Slick Rick the Ruler
Should've went to Harvard like Yara, could school ya
So mundane when I'm off the medulla
admitted but I still rejected Harvard
I'm the fresh prince, in a school where they couldn't read
Mama put me in a school with the Kennedys
When I met Bill
feel fair
'Cause that loud rock n' roll was too much to bear
For the soft-hearted poets down in Harvard Square
Lee got tired, spit and swear
Went
to fail.
You see a train, don't be the fool that jumps on the rail.
High on the scale, if a nail girl said it.
I am well endowed like Harvard and Yale.
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