[Verse 1]
Hey freshies! How’s life?
I don’t know - I guess we’re alright
We’ve been dealing with some stress like every high schooler
Our life's cooler now that homework’s at a low height
A low game now we made it to the top
A lone prayer now we're headed nonstop
Bad grades never make us close shop
Staring at our issues from the height of a rooftop
Add your hoco points, get back to me
You say freshies can’t win, that's blasphеmy
Social presence so much stop bashing mе
Rollin’ in next year with audacity
I don’t really know if you get my sweet rhymes
But sometimes we fade out the sweet times
Before stats then wrecked all our sweet lives
But now we’re here, spitting out those sweet lines
[Chorus]
We’re the class of ‘24
Watch us win, and, watch us soar
Today we’re taking what's our own
And we’re not leaving alone
‘24 came through the door
Picked ourselves up of the floor
Since we've come our power's grown
Bow your head we on our throne
[Verse 2]
Now we’re changing up the style like Wonka and his factory
Bringing new things to class song like Cadbury
Powering the class’ spirit like a battery
Pog our class ain’t just satisfactory
Stuck as a middle child between 8 and 10
Those who haven’t seen and will see it again
Freshies diverse, come from here to Phnom Penh
Online spirit from Loudoun to Arlington cause its
Jeff Chefs, your two cents, go in a comment
TJ Vents, it’s a place to be honest
TJ Crushes laugh and feel awed, astonished
TJ Feel Goodz make your fellows feel flawless
Our victory’s imminent, no longer hesitant, beat us
How can you think of it now that we’re winning it, treat us
Call us divinity, TJ’s our remedy, meet us
Fame in the game cause our name ain’t the same so see us
Hey freshies! How’s life?
I don’t know - I guess we’re alright
We’ve been dealing with some stress like every high schooler
Our life's cooler now that homework’s at a low height
A low game now we made it to the top
A lone prayer now we're headed nonstop
Bad grades never make us close shop
Staring at our issues from the height of a rooftop
Add your hoco points, get back to me
You say freshies can’t win, that's blasphеmy
Social presence so much stop bashing mе
Rollin’ in next year with audacity
I don’t really know if you get my sweet rhymes
But sometimes we fade out the sweet times
Before stats then wrecked all our sweet lives
But now we’re here, spitting out those sweet lines
[Chorus]
We’re the class of ‘24
Watch us win, and, watch us soar
Today we’re taking what's our own
And we’re not leaving alone
‘24 came through the door
Picked ourselves up of the floor
Since we've come our power's grown
Bow your head we on our throne
[Verse 2]
Now we’re changing up the style like Wonka and his factory
Bringing new things to class song like Cadbury
Powering the class’ spirit like a battery
Pog our class ain’t just satisfactory
Stuck as a middle child between 8 and 10
Those who haven’t seen and will see it again
Freshies diverse, come from here to Phnom Penh
Online spirit from Loudoun to Arlington cause its
Jeff Chefs, your two cents, go in a comment
TJ Vents, it’s a place to be honest
TJ Crushes laugh and feel awed, astonished
TJ Feel Goodz make your fellows feel flawless
Our victory’s imminent, no longer hesitant, beat us
How can you think of it now that we’re winning it, treat us
Call us divinity, TJ’s our remedy, meet us
Fame in the game cause our name ain’t the same so see us
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