[Intro:]
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
A business proposition for you
Rhyme books pure gold, greatest stories never told
Pawn shop said twenty-five beans, sold
What can I say, you can’t eat soul
And it’s the fine line ‘tween shwag and mid-grade
Jail cells and heydays, classics is stuff that’s just old, sixth grade
Dead program and mean mugging cops, paper football, I got the props
Tenth grade we discovered rocks, yeah shit done changed
The more it changed the more it stayed the same, that dumb shit
We smoked dumb bricks, dub cassettes, bag of nicks
Phillies split, Wu Tang hoodies, we was down at fifths
That old irk and jerk, nowadays x-dro is just person
Frowned if it ain’t grippy, hotel rooms piffy
Easing yachts down the Panama Canal, New Jacking city
Twist the dial, slow mo on the fake titties, godfathers like black and mild
[Interlude:]
There are a lot of things about junior high life that might seem simple to an outsider, but they’re not. Take the fifteen minutes before homeroom every morning; what you do with those fifteen minutes is pretty much everything there is to say about you as a human being
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
A business proposition for you
Rhyme books pure gold, greatest stories never told
Pawn shop said twenty-five beans, sold
What can I say, you can’t eat soul
And it’s the fine line ‘tween shwag and mid-grade
Jail cells and heydays, classics is stuff that’s just old, sixth grade
Dead program and mean mugging cops, paper football, I got the props
Tenth grade we discovered rocks, yeah shit done changed
The more it changed the more it stayed the same, that dumb shit
We smoked dumb bricks, dub cassettes, bag of nicks
Phillies split, Wu Tang hoodies, we was down at fifths
That old irk and jerk, nowadays x-dro is just person
Frowned if it ain’t grippy, hotel rooms piffy
Easing yachts down the Panama Canal, New Jacking city
Twist the dial, slow mo on the fake titties, godfathers like black and mild
[Interlude:]
There are a lot of things about junior high life that might seem simple to an outsider, but they’re not. Take the fifteen minutes before homeroom every morning; what you do with those fifteen minutes is pretty much everything there is to say about you as a human being
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