Texty:
Class

DJ Class: Its the remix Im the shit Im fresh up in this bitch Kanye West: DJ Class in this bitch Mr. West in this bitch We done told you mothafuckas

all livin' pretty dag gum good! My trailer park?s full of Cadillacs And upper middle class white trash So pop a top, sit back and relax All you upper middle class

buy their coffee beans already ground And you think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine Yes a better class

many lonely people here I'm just hanging 'round a better class of losers It don't matter if you drink beer or champagne I've only found a better class

My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show

You told me it's the truth but I'm still afraid I'm not the one that would jump the gun If I had proof I'd take off my shades And be blinded by the sun

Thank you. You know exactly who you are You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts

And so it goes We mouth your words When your tongues are too paralyzed We finish up the peanut butter jelly That you get on your router but never eat

Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental Now I chop a burden on the sink trying