Lyrics:
[Teacher]
Good morning, class. Good morning, class. Class? Class!? SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.
As you know your regular teacher Sister Rosetta Stone is
any, bring it, I face-off
Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball
Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
Third class economy,
back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Fly down to Miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it
now
They are locked away so odd
Second and Third class
Seem overcrowded
And some of Second class
Are allowed in First
I pay it no mind
As the days pass
Back then in third grade I was the class clown
-Teacher told me learn my lesson, never did I settle down
—Shawty tryna hold me down, I aint come
Feeling third class, guess that make me fragile
One more person drop me and I think I'm shambles
Believe I can change, pick up the piece and I'm back in
I like a new Lincoln with all of its class,
I like a martini, and third on the glass,
I'm gonna start living, you wait and see,
Nothing but
there
Skip third class, 'cause really? We don't even care
About anything at all
We'll get tattoos we swear we'll never hate
Break the rules
heart sing
For on her third finger I placed my class ring
Well I'm not pretending oh I'll love her till I die
As I turned and kissed the angel with smokey
love
She's gone away
My third little girl she was so uptight
Nothing I did for her was ever right
My third little girl was so high class
I tried my best
they was in that third grade class with you
(Keep me, keep me from all evil)
But they don't have the same hustle as you
You know they hate you for no
depression
Look alive
Sometimes
I think like where's my life headed?
The path to success
Is lonely and rugged
God seems far
I got no record deal
Third class
Los Angel's new born, fresh out the first class
Third eye vision the flyest Asian you heard that
Hollywood sign on my left Korean flag on my back
to the ocean Feeling wavy
But I never surf
Midwood where I spent most days in class excluding k through third
Got good grades but never learned
Always speaking
the time
Connected in past you and I
Good woman with a open third eye
First class with the style yeah she fly
But good girls break hearts all the time
best to forget
And disregard my third grade dare class bet
With xylitol and alcohol and artificial flavorings
I can't take this, just another year
I
Yurr
I've been packing on and smoking up on smarties in the back of the class
Third grade with a teacher with immaculate ass
She used to lay it on me
Cruise to Chicago
The magic is waiting for you
You'll lift your spirits, you'll wanna toast
Of that shining city on the third coast
This is Chicago, high
at the Bellagio
What was I thinking
What was I drinking
A lil lean in the syrup
Put a lil codeine off on the herb
Got smoke all this weed
Got a flight on the third
myself going home
Dress to school, all the time
And I'm walking into class, first second third fourth
Out the window, what you mean?
Days just pass, eyes
a air head she a bimbo
Ispy with my third eye and its simple
Class in session with early dismissal
Aim at you temple bypass you like a missile
She gon
배영
잠수타도 14년째 곡이 배를 채워
불통보다 소통이 더 유행이니까
다 들어 줄게, 불만 있는 놈들 먼저 줄부터 세워 (걱정하지 말아요)
야야 난 first class 양아치에 third class 연예인
내 Hollywood style 연애는 엄마의
corpes
I sit in dark corners laughing at myself
I'm a one way, third class passenger to hell
And I have caused catastrophes, I'm casting up a spell
I'm
of that minority class
So open your third eye and take off your bindi
Now hit me with that chorus and let's get the fuck out of here
Don't be great,
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