Kids today got problems Liek their parents never had Neighborhoods are dangerous The public schools are bad At home there are distractions so irresistible
m living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my
too ill, see, we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin
go to school Never get to fall in love Never get to be cool That's one more kid That'll never go to school Never get to fall in love Never get to be
IN FRONT OF PRINCIPAL FRANKIN?S DESK AND SITS IN IT. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: SO, I UNDERSTAND YOU PUT SOME FLYERS UP ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. CARLY: YES, I DID
in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up Parties, I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L School a
I see that she is pretty Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fairest one of all Mirror mirror do not fail Who deserves to go to jail I see the school
you. I don't feel sorry for you. I thought we had each other's trust. So what the hell happened to us? If the rest of my high school love life is going
made me strong created my poison tongue (Chorus) (Verse 2) While you cut school cause you ain't feel to good I cut school cause my cuts ain't heal to
If a woman's heart is an endless ocean of secrets I run scuba teams to the bottom discover jewels and keep it Her body is a violin, I'm the violinist
blunt ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school
seared flesh, I was I were dreaming I burned my pain away Now that Blaine has grown, living on his own High school graduate, valedictorian Becomes
But you are lucky man Because I've got some plans for you Refined violin lessons And the most celebrated school Poor baby, he uses his violin Poor baby
them car games seen big face hundreds Handle the rock like Nate Archibald, what? This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him middle school
party now he hot and street mama want answers but we remain in silent no we glade it, cremate it, funeral, play the violins what a sad time it is, society
in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from the L School a
wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century I try to find you, I try The veil, the veil of the night descends heavy upon our school Where
milk Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin I promise my girlfriend I'd, the violin, violin, violin