7th Grade - Brougham

In the school yard with my friends, we got broken hearts to mend

We’re only in the 7th grade, we only think 'bout getting' laid

Split a six pack between the three of us

Get tore back and ride the mini-bus

Hawkin' loogies at sucker crews

Way back then we knew we’d never lose

Wipe the sleep out my eyes, around eleven brush the Ivory

See Selassie an' everything is peace what

I’m all about space cakes and great legs

In French braids smokin' brown dank in eighth grade

It ain’t no ting to cut biology as long as we gaffle the role sheet

So now we’re making the drop off

We got dinero and props embarcadero’s like a hot spot

Yo, remember that yab that act senseless

There she is round and chunky at the town and country benches

Pretentious princess of sheet less mattresses

With Sealy Posturpedic embedded in they asses

In the school yard with my friends, we got broken hearts to mend

We’re only in the 7th grade, we only think 'bout getting' laid

Split a six pack between the three of us

Get tore back and ride the mini-bus

Hawkin' loogies at sucker crews

Way back then we knew we’d never lose

I rock the party 'til it’s all null void

I never toyed pumpin' lyrical steroid

'Cause I protest with paragraphs perverted

Tipper gets offended no matter how I word it

It ain’t no thing to walk on water, baby

Long as you know where the rocks is

Pathetic and pitiful, I break fool and vanish

Panic if you want to, I stumble to my hammock

Panic if you want to, give your crew a call

They don’t exist at all, like genitalia on your Barbie Doll

You bitch and moan when pinch up the payroll

Like pimp casserole so uh, pay me ho

In the school yard with my friends, we got broken hearts to mend

We’re only in the 7th grade, we only think 'bout getting' laid

Split a six pack between the three of us

Get tore back and ride the mini-bus

Hawkin' loogies at sucker crews

Way back then we knew we’d never lose

Layin' low in the cut crouched P.A. Po peepin' me

I duck out, scorin' my goods outside Antonio’s nut house

Stashed it up real well in the Oldsmobile wheel well

Dropped decoys downtown all the boys found was sea shells

With a note claimin' I collected these trinkets at the beach

With ya daughters now here’s my final offer

Nada pig zilch zero

I’d rather go blind drinkin' prune, so salud to you puto

Who holds the upper hand now and whose hands are tied

I’m hittin' all my partners up with the liquifry

Moral to the parable what I need to care for

If assholes could fly this place would be an airport

In the school yard with my friends, we got broken hearts to mend

We’re only in the 7th grade, we only think 'bout getting' laid

Split a six pack between the three of us

Get tore back and ride the mini-bus

Hawkin' loogies at sucker crews

Way back then we knew we’d never lose