That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,
You, you, you have to pay for that
Just fuckin pissed that i missed it
I was pissed off enough
It's just textbook stuff
Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/
If you're an enemy, imagine that i get pissed when you cross my mental.
I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize
My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size
My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >