Qwest Beats - Paula Deen lyrics

[Intro] Paula Deen (5x) [Verse: Spiff] As humans we can find the good in almost anything but ourselves I'm looking deep with in these people and I'm seeing myself And It helps to be dwelling in hell Too good is bad Approaching the thought of a holy ghost with the utter most trepidance I'm just Tryna' make these 80's babies dance And make these hip hop heads and indie bands get along with the trappers Now I days I Don't know where I be accepted College neither Ever single girl I talk to get rejected All my teachers say he's not applying himself My algebra teacher think that I'm slow But I just don't give a f** where I end up if its not on the other end of The television I ditched my addiction And I replaced it with fiction I f**ing hate the kids at this school All of them fake as a report from a Fennec All of them grinning one minute next minute they talking sh** and discredit me So now I'm home teaming b**h I'll see you gleaming beaming pa**ed me in the whip and snatch you out screaming Everybody just please shut the f** up I ain't going to college You told me get serious because your theory consist of materials for academic criteria Well I'm serious bout this that music you hearing Because the journey is nearing us Autumn leaves, will come Walk across the stage I will be a nominee I'm saying f** what you think this is what I believe And these n***as not gone make me loose my job like Paula Dean And honestly I know family you only want the best for me but I'm about to be a senior and fulfill my destiny instead of getting a degree so you can sip upon your tea and laugh with ya friend about how this rap sh** was a phase thank god that he finally came to his came seenses Man you gonna see Oak park n***a that's just tryna' leave a legacy Tryna' have the greats and the legends standing next to me I'm not gone let these n***as take my job homie Paula Deen [Outro: (Tiffany's Breakfast] Paul: LET'S GET OUT OF HERE....I SAID LET'S GET OUT OF HERE. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU....WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU ANYWAY?.....WHAT'S HAPPENED? Holly: FRED, WILL YOU PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE? Paul: HOLLY...I LOVE YOU...WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Holly: TO THE LADIES ROOM Paul: WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? Holly: LET ME GO Paul: NO Holly: FRED, LET ME GO Paul: LET'S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT. I AM NOT NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN FRED, NOR AM I BENNY SHACKLETT, WHOEVER HE MAY BE...MY NAME IS PAUL--PAUL VARJAK--AND I LOVE YOU Holly: LET ME GO Paul: NOTTILL WE SETTLE THIS. NOW WHAT'S ALL THIS JAZZ ABOUT SOUTH AMERICA? Holly: I THOUGHT IF I'M MARRYING A SOUTH AMERICAN, I'D BETTER FIND OUT SOMETHING ABOUT THE COUNTRY Paul: MARRY? WHAT SOUTH AMERICAN? YOU'RE CRAZY Holly: DO YOU THINK YOU OWN ME? Paul: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK Holly: I KNOW THAT'S WHAT EVERYBODY ALWAYS THINKS, BUT EVERYBODY HAPPENS TO BE WRONG Paul: LOOK, I AM NOT EVERYBODY...OR AM I? IS THAT WHAT YOU REALLY THINK? THAT I'M NO DIFFERENT FROM ALL YOUR OTHER RATS AND SUPERRATS?....WAIT A MINUTE....IF THAT'S IT...IF THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY THINK...THERE'S SOMETHING I WANT TO GIVE YOU Holly: WHAT'S THAT? Paul: $50 FOR THE POWDER ROOM