{Hook - Imogen Heap}
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
{Verse 1 - Jack Harper}
A mission of repetition, a missionary of sinning
I visioned that what was limited wasn't taken from kids
And a missions to save the genuine, slaving over a syllabus
Blessed to have seen the system
Which takes advantage of innocence
And in my mind i knew time was pa**ing me by
And im blind, but a sign of confidence, minimizes the cries
For the college student thats facing the struggle the underlies
Textual conversations, im reading between the lines
sh**, reading between the lies
Undermined by something the teachers have organized and leaders have authorized
So feed into all the demons
The leaders were never leading
Profit was not for profit
And college was never honest
Under acknowledged, a product of what theyve drawn up
Were Undivided, the lies is what they have sold us
Brutally honest, i started to, drawn the irony back
To the fact the problem is present where it resided ... Im gone
{Hook - Imogen Heap}
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
{Verse 2 - Jack Harper}
Teacher, teacher, listen while i speak
These wise words, in cyphers, like teaching through the beat
The animosity speaks, for the repetition in me
For the repetition of sheep, while our generation is sleep, sleep
When the sun rises opportunity lies
The preparation is vivid, the vision is so alive for me
So open up your eyes, and take a ride with me
And to have dreamed we never considered out of reach
So open up your own textbook kid
It's your trip, and decision for the direction it is
The navigation through wages and flipping pages in books
My mind is racing, but face it, it's only time that it took, now
The population is popping pills for the popular, rep
Im poppin pattern, the popular standards, never the best
Im reaching out, im without a doubt, in control of my route
I'm seeking destiny, taking part of the recipe out
So close your books, ignore the negative looks
The simple minded will find, that in time its only us
The generation of climbing the mountain thats overlooked
Through struggle theres always trouble
The suffering is only suddle
Among us is still the pressure to break up out of the bubble
I'm visualizing the visionaries, Remaining humble
The start to reconstruction
And speaking without a muzzle
The numbers never mattered alfieri out the huddle ahhhh
{Hook - Imogen Heap}
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
{Verse 3 - Jack Harper}
Textual concepts are nothing less than wic checks
This mess is driven by the governments interests
In fact. Factual substance is subject, to change
With no one to blame, im the one calling the bluffs
Suffrage is pain
And thats word to my name
In a world to survive
And I am a God sent mess with this pride in my eyes
For the lives of the young, and the hearts of the wise
I will die for the sh** And thats word to sela**
I see, breath and pearch for the seat that you're sitting in
My generation of lost souls, your limited
Roll the piff, its lit
The insense, in which, the kids inhale
For which is now a mess
I bless my fellow subjects
And now i rest, following the route on the road to success