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Sorry Been Busy
03:23
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Biggest Fan
03:27
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Bored of Education
03:33
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Hey DJ Drop that beat!
Verse 1:
It’s just another day, day at the school
The hands go up in the math room
not askin for the bathroom
but it’s basically a snoop dogg video in every single classroom
Surprise I’m the teacher, nice to meet ya
ya know that those kids crazy nowadays
so we run a tight ship, gotta keep a tight grip
Nows kids… don’t forget to keep your line straight
They got their hands high and it ain’t even Friday
They got my brain fried and I ain’t even high paid
But Look what I made, cause in this generation
We getting B B board of education
I’m just saying this is sort of education
don’t know why they gave me my certification
Mr. Willey Can we please just read…
What’s wrong am I breaking your concentration?
okay okay
I move crowds like they didn’t take their medication
Don’t mean I’m not looking forward to the Common Core
Just sayin we gotta make it fun or I’m a kinda snore
These books more prehistoric than a dinosaur
And the test scores isn’t all we fightin for
Gotta work hard and play hard if you in these walls,
Might fall before ya ball cause everybody here is tryin to soar,
So what ya can’t do can’t do is drag us down
ya didn’t bring your homework? that’s a party foul
school yard Mardi Gras, in house party clowns
Sorry to the first floor, it’s getting kinda loud
Hook:
Somebody call the b b b board of education
Tell em that I’m
b b b bored of education
Verse 2:
I see the kids walking on the way to school,
they like Mr. Willey you think your way too cool
And that’s true, I’m sicker than a waiting room
My whole crew rowdy way before it’s May or June
And my Warby Parker frames got me lookin kinda nerdy
just in case my principal is coming to observe me
I’m in my best clothes, she said I’m outta dress code
Whatever though I know I’m in the building like asbestos
I swear I been tryin’ to model bein modest
But it’s hard cause they spot us mouths drop like orthodontists
Obvious we got the ganas, hot as chicken empanadas,
find us in the heights we party hard as Las Dominicanas
Honestly I’m so Ms. Krabappel with the flow
Pedagogically an oddity yeah probably so
Cause I skipped school, skipped school now I get make rules,
if the board of ed knew, tell me what would they do
Hook
Verse 3:
tell me why they staring like them mad at them
I guess at some schools they not into havin fun
It’s the 21st century home skillets
“Do More” like those commercials from Degree home skillet
Get degrees home skillet, have a dream, go fulfill it
anytime they doubt ya that is when ya need to go kill it
And some people old school like throw back gear
But sittin round be boring that is so last year
Don’t call it insubordination, it’s imagination
I’m imaginin a nation that ain’t badly wastin motivation
So much debatin, but tell what is changin
we bored of education, I think it’s is time to wake them
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Kevin Ware
02:02
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Maya (prod. Jeremy Lim)
03:48
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I- I-I used to love her
better back when all we had was one another
She always cries… I’m sittin’ by her side
Wonderin’ if it’s too late to apologize
Verse 1:
I remember when I saw her for the first.. time
No make-up but shouldn’t seen her shine
You lived a wildlife and I was child like
And uncertain but determined to make Her… mine
Call her Maya
I was so much smaller but I hollered
Just enough food didn’t have a dollar
But Didn’t have a crib, we would hold hands and wander
But even back then I wanted to ball
You smiled like the sun, it was a honeymoon
I wrote about her in graffiti on the wall
Cause you cried tears of joy just to get us food
And I know I’m weak I was insecure
Cause I couldn’t be happy always lookin for more
more, now I wonder if it’s ruined
Shit.. I guess I’m only human
Verse 2:
Maya I started gettin’ coola
Wearin’ nicer clothes, feelin like a ruler
Started takin off to see that girl named Luna
Meanwhile forgot about how important you were
Then at a party made you introduce me to him
first time I started usin’- I just wanted to fit in
so I didn’t listen when you asked me not to do it,
lookin back I think you knew that this would only cause more distance
Forgot how natural that you used to be
Now it’s foundation, and skyscraper jewelry
I bought you implants, and I straightened your hair
showin you off so that all the other dudes would see
Then came that day, I put the needle in your vein
You smashed a plate, your body began to shake
See I forgot that you made me, started thinkin’ that I owned you
And I became obsessed with tryin’ to control you
Verse 3:
Sometimes I wonder how you loved me,
started stealin from ya, usin you for getting money
pretendin I ain’t see that blemishes, rapin and pillagin,
Just thinkin when I’m richer I will fix it
takin out your plasma I just needed a fix quick
Leavin you with nothin left at all to feed your kids with
Left their home deserted they were sent away
it hurt me too, but not bad enough to change
but you had had enough, I shoulda got the warnin
moods unstable, temper started warmin,
I came home, you were pissed you were stormin out
tormenta cryin hard from the torment
and your veins was so polluted
you sent that bitch Katrina to tell me we’re through I
hadn’t admitted how much I affected you,
Could not imagine my future not next to you
First night you were gone, I couldn’t even sleep
Whenever I’s away from you I couldn’t even breathe
With all the memories they never left my mind
Never thought I’d be the one that would be left behind
But I was so addicted, fuel was all I wanted
you came back home I was barely conscious
You were so sick, asked me for another hit-
tried to give it but I was so fucked up I missed
the needle ripped a little hole deep into your skin,
you screamed “what the frak!?” then you started bleedin quick
I tried to plug it, but didn’t how I could fix this
You were lying on the floor, suddenly it hit me
I couldn’t keep livin if I let you die
Why’d it take so long for me to recognize
Now I’m sittin’ by your side, starin’ at the sky
Cryin out.. is it too late to apologize?
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We All Been Busy
04:08
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