Lyrics:
of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash, to flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there
It's the golden ticket, go ahead and cash it
Get back to school, show them what you do
Nerd out at the math problems I can't do
Teacher, I got a question
brain out
Sandra's having her brain out out out out
Out out
Sandra's been to nightmare school
Sandra done a collage of nightmares
Slept with a virus
[Originally by Big Star]
Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for
killing me is
The same thing that traps me
It transports me, sometimes it transforms me
So I feel like I'm getting a
Blowjob in a porn scene
Sometimes I
and we're payin' their salary
The average cop with a badge is a bitch
Back in high school they used to get their fuckin' ass kicked
All of a sudden
done I dismissed her
Her momma a she up, I’m in school
She don’t know Tina gettin’
Fucked like a fool
She don’t know Tina get bags by the pool
She suck
with me ooh
And her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block he drives
Yo Jeff whats shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
done? Shit, pay for 'em
You can't have opinions on no shit that you ain't payin' for
All them high school mind games only work on needy bitches
Call
preferred them to our fathers
Aight, if I ain't walking in the Holy Spirit I'm a target
Long, long time, I bought a ticket and departed
Now me and big Kuba
Transport and tramlines, everybody get in line
Hurry up and take your time, press the stop and hear the chime
A dirty seat, my cramped feet, wishing
Andamos en la move
La shorty en el coupe
Sola me manda nudes
Quiere que ya la escupe
Desde que iba en la school
Taba pensando en money
Se lo meto
some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles
China
Whoa
The world is upside-down the way Covid spreading
Schools closed down we gotta babysitting
Everywhere there's lockdown by force we gotta
full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much
school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're
at night
Terrified of school on Mondays
It's too late now i wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
Can't help thinking about me
Can't help
complaining when I hit it
Love is not a lottery unless you buy a ticket
Tonight she's got the whole world at her fingertips
She might unlock my life with
ring
Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes
Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team
Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
You've got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we can make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero
boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school
school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're
When I finally buy a phone and call a few folks from home
They're all talking 'bout the school bus
Our finest scientific minds say there's no such
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