Lyrics:
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
the Chit chat
I put the piff, inna zig zag,
Im outta breath like its at the end of gym class
Shorty thick, don't need slimfast
If i don't have a bad chick
frame the art
Tune up my class, real fast, very smart
Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak
Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek
turn to gray
And the channels all flip back to one
But just when the day is over
The heroes of the town
The victim and the clown
When leaves start
about it
In school I got waste grades, started in 8th grade
Skipping class sometimes not even attending for 8 days
Sit at home and smoke and think
makes it feel like your head will explode
You see your brother disintegrate and rot before your eyes
You dream of home and you wish you were back there
Onto Man-made ground and
Down the old road
It seems like it's
Calling me home
Slowly
Back home, slowly
Calls me
In this world
I've grown numb
To this hatred
And evil surrounding
One by one
Heroes fall
Casting shadows
For demons to crawl
Evil consumes
The hearts
Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise
'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
Look at what this country's got
There shouldn't be
Will lead us back to home
Storming shores like hounds of war
Wherever our ships roam
We Bastards!
Betrayers!
We weary wretched souls!
Usurpers!
you feel low (turn it up a little bit)
This melody was meant for you (yeah, right there)
To sing along to my stereo (Gym Class Heroes, baby)
If I
on my Ollie
Ya Im prolly packing
Duffles in the back
Like it's Gym class
I can see the signs
It's a new day
New lames
Same lanes
Them are true
better come hard, and come correct
Cause every weak rhyme ya bring, I will reject
So go back home and learn to write
But don't come back til ya say it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm
too much
Playing the guitar
Trying not to get along
I watch the palm trees in the front yard
Crash down on dad's home gym
As the hurricane blows me
hit the gym so I can burn some belly fat
Sending shots at Y4L, I bet we send them bitches back
Playing with my money, need it now, boy, I'd kill for
just to make the class laugh
He thinks about getting him back
His dad's shotgun he wouldn't even miss if he grabbed
Goes home, sits in the room, ready
What you got on tap, I'll take two of that
I'm chasing a story I heard
When I was here last, at the back of the class
You pretended you never got
We're in the spotlight.
I can see the eyes on the backs of their heads,
And I don't know what to do with my hands.
I don't know what to do with my
Sentenced back to back
Run concurrently
Hella at home
In the one constant ever known
Rhythm and uncertainty
Prevent others from hurting me
Disregard all
plan indeed, cause a catastrophe for the masses to see
It took the class to peep, the class is weak
Anarchy is blasphemy, it's who the masters be
balled dough so it could come like some cookies now
Looky here I'm In the northern hemisphere
Walk in the gym they whispering yo him is here from
the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy strapped
50
I got more than enough to get by
But I got more than enough on my mind
Just lost a loved one the other night
Just got home and another one died
I
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