: [feat. Tyler the Creator] [Verse 1:] Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent
: Welcome back to class, bitch grab on to your glasses oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense style is patent, the measures is drastic either that
ways, I give you my life, my life, my life! [Hook] No, my rights are not my own No, my life is not my own No, even as I write this song I forsake my
loves us ?til the end Even with complications Through sins occupation For Gods concentrated There?s no condemnation The Holy Spirit inside He comforts like no other He convinces us we?re God?s children Even
my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to (hurt nobody)X1) X2 tonight
And you can lay there, leakin, Go head curl up and die (yeah), Tell god when you see em, I'll be happy to meet em, I went to service this evening, He
sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service
when you wasn't famous The closest I've been to pulling a celeb yet A dream I had when I was 12, I shagged Alannis Morrisette But seriously though don't even
of toncho from his cocaine And headed thru Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ In the cool San Diego evening The services
hotel room's the closest thing you got to home You could be in Philadelphia you could even be in Rome You gotta dial nine to get an outside line I even
home to bed How did she survive That kind of life If I were Jackie I'd got in one of those black sudans And left the secret service in the dust If
come through I do the things you like like Like I'm room service And don't you take me But every chick Tryna take all your shit Coz I aint even tryna
: Take a seat, that nigga D is at your service I never get nervous unless I'm wondering where the herb is I don't sell but I purchase, I try to find
take him to bed to teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead. [Chorus:] Turn up the TV. No one listening will suspect, even your mother won't
limousine It's a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn Boredom's a pastime that one soon acquired Where you get to the stage where you're not even tired
phase three! Missy now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby! Ooh you're doing that even
no purpose (woo!) Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right) Yet, you tried to murder this
bitch at, nigga? Where my bitch at? Where my bitch at? Where my bitch at, I heard she kinda nervous, She said she need some dick, her vibrator is out of service
