Macklemore - Remember High School lyrics

Yo, remember High School? With that dude who thought he was so cool Walking around like everybody should know who, he is Like he was some superstar in the biz Just because he had a Japanese car and some rims It's silly ain't it? It goes to show how tainted 'Cause these hoes jocked him like he was somebody who supposedly made it And I'm not hating man, the dude was my boy But I watched girl after girl get their world destroyed Now when a squirrels a squirrel and a nut is a nut And I seen a lot of girls cut so they could get stuffed Or at least be cool in the High School soap opera 'Cause kids do anything to be popular Guys get their hair cut so girls can jock ya But if girls get with guys their known as a trick But if a dude does the same sh** he's known as a pimp And the question is: Is there really a difference? Remember that girl in high school that everyone wanted to hit She wore them dresses with the bestest breasteses in sizes with x's And she was the queen of estrogen white black puerto rican and mexican And she sat next to you in third period She powdered her face but her skin had no flaws Her tits looked like she wore three wonderbras Thank God for that math book you put on your lap to, Cover up your jeans when your dick got hard I mean she was amazing I'm not playing You were like 14 but she was still the kind of girl you wanted a baby with And I could tell the way that she would rock them pants That a lot of dudes hit it but she wanted a chance You talked to her but she gave you the shoulder She was the type of girl that was cold as Boulder She'd only mess with ya if you drove a Rover What I push? Well f** it Let's just say a bucket. OK Anyway one day I rocked a show And I see her right there chillin' up in the front row Next time I go to my math cla** fer sho she's talking about "Hey yo bro, I didn't know that you flowed Hey yo what's up with that CD? Maybe we could eat lunch after P.E. Ah he he he he" If it's the mic you rock, the car you got, the 3-pointer you shot that get's the girl then she's probably a breezy Remember high school with that girl you can't remember Who? The one that never stuck out, she was kind of like whatever Kinda nerdy, never came to the parties She went home after school and never really chilled with nobody She was in one of your cla**es and used to wear gla**es With braces that accented her pimples that weren't really attractive But she was good in Spanish and let you cheat off her answers But when you'd see her in the hall you would walk right past her You acted like a ba*tard and never treated her right 'Cause her body wasn't bucklin' and her face wasn't tight Well guess what See that beautiful girl with the big bu*t Standing at the incense shop reading the poetry that she writes That's her. oh hell nah, I know that's not her Wait minus the pimples, the braces, and a lot less nerd Take off the overalls and the baggy sweatshirt Yeah there she is, reading about her words sh**, man I'm a go spit some game Wait I see some resemblance from like way back in the day I rememeber that girl that only liked me 'cause I rhymed And now I'm really only talking to this girl 'cause she looks fine Back when she was normal I wouldn't give her my time sh** that's crazy I kinda feel sleezy If I could flip the scenario I'm the same as these hoes Kinda like the male version of a breezy