keyboards as a means to making relations But I don?t have the patience, I get straight to the point So this is me at my most honest No ego, no gym class
why I never even said goodbye School was crazy there the next day they didn't think I would last seeing phoney bitches trying to get the fuck out of class
Now I could sit here and baffle you With shallow babble And a bunch of punch lines You probably won't get Or even use some big words That you'd have to
I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, they grow more
Sometimes, seems it's harder to live than to regret But there's nowhere to run, girl, but there's nowhere to run I've found, you only live once, so don
If I recall correctly it was the middle of spring Walkin' with my boys, contemplating what summer will bring We started talkin' about girls and it was
She says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts, it's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of Band
Gym Class Heroes Cool and Dre (this is) You silly for this one It?s Travie (why you doin this to me) I started rappin back in the class scribbling tracks
Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre (This is) You silly for this one, it's Travie (Why you doin' this to me?) I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling
Papa was a rollin' stone But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone Only I know that I can't do it alone Only I know that I can't do it alone August
Why do people fear what they don't know? and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny
I wish I could unzip my skin Take it off, just to take a walk But I can't do it I don't think, I'll make it on my own That's when I take out my pen And
Pillmatic, three xanies down, I'm poundin' honey browns I'm pillmatic, the oxycontin got my stomach rotten Pillmatic, I swear to God I'm not an addict
tell the day she asked me To stay after class that it was all bad But I just bit my lip and acted all mad The bell rang, class dismissed The door shut
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
Skilly bebop beat rocks, steady over kicks and snares So what you scared for, unprepared for Tunnel rat schematics, score from your average rappers new
could tell the day she asked me To stay after class that it was all bad But I just bit my lip and acted all mad The bell rang, class dismissed She door