Graduation Games!

Get off, get out why you always trying to throw all your weight about. Walk around with your fucking Crown; But when you speak I don’t seem to hear a sound. 
Acting like you always know what there is to know. Never want to get off your ass and go go go go.

Lost in the cynet, still don’t know what you’ll try next. Yeah right, bet. Always gotta flex because your daddies got it best, kick it with the Mets. It ain’t shit to a rubber neck. Cluck cluck - snuck punk, putting your ass to fucking rest.

Why you always acting like you know what’s in store? Oh for sure? Out of habbit; because you’re really a sloth to your fucking core.?
Get off your ass and heal them fucking sores, stop playing like a working whore. 
No no no - Go out and get yourself more more more. Get down and get out on the floor, don’t you know that’s what your dancing shoes are for. 

Lost in the cynet, still don’t know what you’ll try next. Yeah right - bet. Always gotta flex because your daddies got it best, kick it with the Mets. It ain’t shit to a rubber neck. Cluck cluck - snuck punk, put this shit to its rest.

So you gotta pasture cause you got a monster, Glock over yonder, Bo Bo bobobo ponder. Why you always going for the door, left your power on the floor. But somehow life’s a fucking bore?No your just scared of going any higher, no remorse for the buyer, rich man under trial, when you gonna buck wild. You’re not a fucking child!

Lost in the cynet, still don’t know what you’ll try next. Yeah right bet. Always gotta flex because your daddies got it best, kick it with the Mets. It ain’t shit to a rubber neck. Cluck cluck - snuck punk, put the bullshit to its rest.

So you Johnny bravo? We came up out the hallow, we don’t know how to fallow. Do-Do, All that pride bro you gotta swallow. You have fear - not in here! The path don’t ever fucking clear, corpse patrol always drawing near.
Quit your shedding tears - learn how to fucking steer, or Imma tell you mama why you’re always pulling up the rear…

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