To the old times when happiness was a dean
Be the king, that was part of my dream
My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements
I loved school at first, before i met the dean of the students
If you do you'll make my dean com true.
And no nigga gon love you
I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,
For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean
They said seven tracks, i said fifteen
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