
Find Out Classified
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What's Goin On (you gonna find out)
Sooner Or later (you gonna find out)
Are you ready for this (you gonna find out)
Tell 'em who it is (you gonna find out)
I said whats goin on (you gonna find out)
Sooner Or later (you gonna find out)
Are you ready for this (you gonna find out)
Tell 'em who it is (you gonna find out)
[Verse 1]
Put your hands up, man up, look up, find out
Cut through the rope, nope, not stayin tied down
Gone for a minute, back on the grind now
Thought I was finished? Not Jerry Seinfeld
(whose this) Guess who? Back to stay
Get more use out of Class than a plastic bag
Mom still lookin at me like, act your age
Cause friday and saturday, I wanna get trashed, get blazed
I don't fascinate, I live it, thats it
I even bought a house off of writin rap shit
But don't get it twisted, I ain't that rich
Cause I'm payin off the loan til I'm in a casket
Country boy, move out to the city life
Back to the sticks, wit the family and mini bike
Ain't nothin change, spit rhymes, niceness
This games' givin me a mid life crisis
Sooner Or later (you gonna find out)
Are you ready for this (you gonna find out)
Tell 'em who it is (you gonna find out)
I said whats goin on (you gonna find out)
Sooner Or later (you gonna find out)
Are you ready for this (you gonna find out)
Tell 'em who it is (you gonna find out)
[Verse 1]
Put your hands up, man up, look up, find out
Cut through the rope, nope, not stayin tied down
Gone for a minute, back on the grind now
Thought I was finished? Not Jerry Seinfeld
(whose this) Guess who? Back to stay
Get more use out of Class than a plastic bag
Mom still lookin at me like, act your age
Cause friday and saturday, I wanna get trashed, get blazed
I don't fascinate, I live it, thats it
I even bought a house off of writin rap shit
But don't get it twisted, I ain't that rich
Cause I'm payin off the loan til I'm in a casket
Country boy, move out to the city life
Back to the sticks, wit the family and mini bike
Ain't nothin change, spit rhymes, niceness
This games' givin me a mid life crisis
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