Published on Jul 12, 2013
Zeezy's tragic ballad of the daily evils to which high schoolers must inevitably succumb.
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I was playing with my dog, when she starts to lick my lips
hands drift innocently down to her hips
I try to keep my pants flat, but look down and there's this big ol' stand
I just can't help it, she's got like ten nipples man!
Get out of that house; I head out to first hour
sour science teacher preachin', really breachin' his power
all these boring topics, yo, he's really trying luck
talkin' bout bird mating season... I don't give a flying fuck
Last night's homework: I didn't even try it
so of course his next words are take out your assignments
looking for excuses but my mind is blinded
so when he comes around... yo, teach, I just, I really I can't find it
He buys it and tells me to go and check my locker
as I frolic by these melancholic smiles, I spot her
the woman of my dreams, the apple of my eye
but what is she doing with that other guy?
I say I wrote you a poem through which I let my heart pour
It go: you, like a snowflake, are a whore
and I'ma leave your life now and let ya slack off
and no I don't have gum, bitch you better back off
Fast forward to four, I'm late for my physical
hop in my car door, I need to get to the clinic
so it's frustrating when I try to bring the speed to hyper
and immediately get caught behind a goddamn biker
But I finally arrive and the appointment blasts off
everything goes fine until he takes my pants off
it's times like these, Lord, I really feel lost
why do I always get a stiffy when the doctor says cough?
Embarrassed, I leave and dash up the hall
and at that precise moment I receive a tragic call
Mom, what's for dinner? I have to munch
That's what I had for lunch
That's what I had for lunch...
I had spaghetti for lunch
And now I'm losing in Fifa, this game is fucking bullshit
(perhaps you should pass more) perhaps this game is fucking bullshit
Wait a minute...where are my car keys?
I left them right there, why does someone always move my car keys?
Everybody wants to start me, and these problems they form armies
with sergeants that target the folly of my body
thinking of puberty and the way it's got me so scarred
shit it must be life's viagra the way it makes it so hard
But looking back, the problems weren't as bad as I'm saying
and after graduation they dashed in mass abdication
and the secrets against me were just ghost gossip
cuz the next day I found my keys in my coat pocket
I wrote a novel as well: http://www.amazon.com/The-Delusion-Za...
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