Brougham - 7th Grade lyrics

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 s**er crews Way back then we knew we'd never lose Wipe the sleep out my eyes, around eleven brush the Ivory See Sela**ie 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 a**es 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 s**er 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 b**h and moan when pinch up the payroll Like pimp ca**erole 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 s**er 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 a**holes 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 s**er crews Way back then we knew we'd never lose