One time for the ville that cole rep
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.
I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
It was my first year in high school
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,
No david lettermans acting a fool
While i'm hard on my grind working and school
And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,
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 >