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, the measures
: 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
hero dressed in ticker-tape and go if all the worlds a trick i'll take the sky and measure it so leave your favourite photograph the only thing you had that lasts
wear a condom But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin', Gynecology, and urology If I'm positive, too late for an apology Take extreme measure for
west While most niggaz measure success with the ice on they chest I measure it with message and who spit it the best Follow the quest like I?m the last
a hand). You can measure my love. And they tell you they can stop those tears you cry. And we can ride that storm together, and all the love that lasts
them from the universe, pawns of my favorite game. Cut them all down, completely randomize. Never a clue, nor trace is left. Identity disguised I measure
an old friend The vines crawled the walls The wind held its breath But the answer I longed for never came... Your name, they had said, was cursed beyond measure
falling leaves. Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake
felt was You holding me close What was I gonna do? I let myself go And now we're flyin' through the star I hope this night will last forever I
be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred tearful things Within the measure
't goin nowhere, I got my people in here We still got it after all the smoke clears Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my strategy Tryin to measure
some'll get left behind coz in life you cannot press rewind Get it right. You only have one first chance to make one first impression that lasts a lifetime
and willow you're a fickle little twister are you sweet on your sister? your fallow won't leave you alone. and granted for their pleasure possesions laid to measure
off all the fingers of those pony skin gloves Then you cut a hole out where the lovelight used to shine Your tears of pleasure equal measure crocodile
the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure
move so she only shows apathy Plus, she don?t have a bloke who?ll wanna batter me She only needs air, the last one required batteries Make the
