Texty:
Hot Chip And I Was A Boy From School

And i was a boy from school helplessly helping all the rules and there was a boy at school hopelessly wrestling all his fools and there was a girl

And i was a boy from school helplessly helping all the rules and there was a boy at school hopelessly wrestling all his fools and there was a girl

And i was a boy from school helplessly helping all the rules and there was a boy at school hopelessly wrestling all his fools and there was a girl

I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose weight

be's that razor-sharp nigger, when I'm flexing Look here, thoughts be so deadly nigga pull your weapon Everywhere I'm from niggas straight killas yo' I

be at Grabbed a cold 4-0 and proceeded to crack Gotta dollar fifty sub and a bag of Better Made chips Phone number from the hot bottle return bitch It was a

chips I flip one-fifth of a brick nicks go for 6 Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists I don't sniff but I spit Catch a whiff nit-wit Slick

I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops

hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K. After