Unless you just wanna get more confused than my brain at why i have to school
To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
I told myself that i would play it cool
You see a black kid at a private catholic school
My friends were off at school
That's the sound of my tool
Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,
And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that
At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Prolly on water, they all on water
Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/
Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute
Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood
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