Pale - Outro lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uhh
Class of '09
Half of you motherf*ckers didn't even graduate, you stupid motherf*ckers
But on another note, congratulations to the other motherf*ckers that, passed...
Yeah
Alright, yo

[Verse 1]
Kindergarten, I was onto y'all farting on the swingset
Looking for a female to-
Call institute, first Church of God went fast
Europe was the smartest, lil f*ckin' ed-
Gay programmin' answer, was the only n*gga
That could mention up a sentence in a stanza
Bananas and pajamas was the sh*t
Baduizm I was jammin'
My LA mantra was the cancer of my breakthrough
Yeah
I f*cked up but keep it going
Yeah, aye, ayе
Aye, aye, aye
Da-da-da da-day
n*ggas in thе club, n*ggas in the club
b*tches showin' me love, b*tch
I'm wearing a nice ass purse, b*tch
Na-na na-na, alright
[Verse 2]
Sixth grade at privates, the puberty a twister
Kissin' every little b*tch, coming home with fever blister
Seventh grade, mom payed la tierra
I was amazed, I was bullied by faggots, they bang
Eighth grade I was jackin' off chronically
di*k swollen honestly, to this day astonishly
Richard Henry Dana, I was bangin' from the alamo
Ended that sh*t, I won my Eighth grade talent show
Yeah
Eat my ass, in the club
n*ggas all up in the club like “What?”
I’m like “b*tch, where you from?”
Eastside, f*ckin’ banging, n*ggas
Walk with a brownie
And them watchin’ all them
Ah, what up, hoe, say what’s up
Arf, arf, arf, arf

[Interlude]
Yo

[Verse 3]
Ninth grade, I went to f*ckin’ fag academy
For math and science, yeah, they hated me
Straight F’s, failed tests, future, man I failed that
f*ck that, fourteen, hormones in full effect
Tenth grade was a wreck, Hawthorne was a breeze
Popcorn, all D’s, show no f*ck respect
The only sophomore that was stuck in chem
I failed him quicker than head from little quim
And I remember Brenda, a kiss in that September
Wanted to rape her and bend her
But I guess that sh*t offends her
Changed school mid-year, then I went to media arts
I didn’t know my heart wasn’t in the art to tell then
Ben 10 couldn’t picture
I felt like I got Jack for my f*cking Ripper, skipper
Junior made the best sh*t ever
Grades good, I was clever, information I endeavor
I was the only n*gga that took the essay, T
Well, it was two Asians, an ese
Three other blacks with a mixed, don’t count
Guessed on that math sh*t, I couldn’t move, roll ‘bout
Don’t smoke, I was sober, but my n*ggas had an ounce
Hotbox, had to move a school to escape, no doubt
[Interlude]
Aye, okay, next part

[Verse 4]
Twelfth grade, going mental on the pencil
Instrumental black and motherf*cking forth to Sacramento
Elve grade for two weeks, didn’t speak really
But I met the coolest people, if you hear me, y’all was illy
Amtrak, back and forth from the Sac’, I learned my lessons
Start cutting at my wrist, then I went to a depression
Suspended every week, hats taken, broke as f*ck
Sarah dating other n*ggas, I was heated
I was treated like a stranger, all the gang bangers
Flang her, emo life was a hanger
My knowledge with college, well, a eighth grade polish
I was Nazi, I was n*gga, I was angered, I was pilin’
But I f*cked that for freshmen, f*ck, I found it in time
When it now was in the chaw with a guy
Won a llama, soma nama with the n*ggas in the wooler
Fawligen and towel with a mother bodily holder

[Outro]
Oh sh*t, f*ck, I just f*cked up