Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time
Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/
New canvas she need a new stroke
Go to school and smoke dope.
So ya pick a fight in school and ya threatened with expulsion.
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
And i don't gotta talk about my feelings
I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers
And they asked me whilst the school burnt, what they were imagining
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck
Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon
Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon
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