Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school
Blasting out some backyard
Every kid in the school yard
Rapping rule, back to school
Iced out, okay cool
Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
While we going through the school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
See i learned it in school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
With some hard new school instrumentals.
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
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