And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud
See i can't go to college, so it's sign or work, get nothing out,
Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
And i hate the chilly weather
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
Everyday i hate, i loath,
I gotta teach hoes
But girl i'm in college, baby i can't see you.
Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through
I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes
And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status
Second guessed it as i grew into an adult nearing college
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
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