When im waiting for mealtime at school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
That's the sound of my tool
It was my first year in high school
My friends were off at school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
While we going through the school
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
As i seenobody cares about my history
Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me
And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers
We need protectors not fucking medical professors/
Smokin medication like i graduated med. school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
And use it all to get high on the medical herbs
Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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