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brittney chantele - r.o.t.c. (interlude) lyrics

verse 1:
how you gonna tell me i’m a sh#t bag?
when you beat ya girl in ya dorm while she visit ?
how you gonna say i’m gonna fail?
when you failing 2 cl#sses and ya grades slippin’?
how you gonna tell me i’m out of shape?
when i did twice as many push#ups you didn’t?
how you gonna tell me i won’t make commision?
when you don’t know the mission?
how the f#ck you gonna say i’m faking sick?
tell the truth, nearly done with this patience sh#t
see my inner clock is ticking and i’m d#mn near down to detonation
im’a break if i don’t take the sh#t
i’m in cl#ss big sleep, you don’t give a f#ck
and you’d probably call me lazy if i gave it up
i know it sounds like complaining but my stress level dangerous
you been taking all of me, so i don’t get enough
f#ck
i’m f#cking tired of this 4:30
like literally tired bro it’s 4:30
and i still got cl#ss, that’s another sore pain in my #ss that expects me to be deemed worthy
this is brittney’s army lemonade
an album to remind you of the sour taste
with a song that resulted from a power play, of making everybody think it’s sweet so we don’t notice all the sour ways
i’m surprised i made it this far, they have a way of telling you it’s this hard and praising you for being brave
but what they often fail to mention is you might not get a pension when you realize you’re never gonna be the same
so welcome to the f#cking game

- brittney chantele lyrics

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