The bus pulls up beside the school
I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Middle school was finally done
Then you look like a fucking fool
Because i'm the best writer in school,
Iced out, okay cool
My friends were off at school
With some hard new school instrumentals.
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
But now i'm in high school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
While we going through the school
Every kid in the school yard
Real words...elegant: a piece of art
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