e-dubble - straight outta st. mary's lyrics
[hook]
i’m out of here my friends
send me a postcard or two
straight outta st. mary’s i guess
philadelphia i’m coming to you
[verse 1]
check it out
the things i’ve learned, they haven’t changed
i came to school and put my name
on every single test that they ever gave
i never was one to believe in grades
but i never talk down to professors
they already have so many stressors
like books, apples, and student teachers
the chalk breaks off and the blackboard screeches
i can’t complain though i’m not ashamed yo
i play my teachers like a motherfucking game yo
you do the same yo
well that’s cool
i got into school just to get out of school
but now my parents pay the tuition bill
and all i can do is sit here and chill
and thank them for all the love they’ve shown
imma pay you all back when my -ss is grown
it’s obvious my english ain’t quite fixed yet
cause i still use double negatives
but it’s only in rap, so it ain’t that bad
my pops knows i rap he ain’t that mad
he’s kinda glad
my moms is too
she always knew i would grow up to do something stu-pid
and get paid for it
i sure do rap, but i ain’t no poet
[hook]
i’m out of here my friends
send me a postcard or two
straight outta st. mary’s i guess
philadelphia i’m coming to you
[verse 2]
this is number two
understand me please
i love st. mary’s
i love my friends, i love seth, i got all i need
all i could ever want. [i ain’t gonna front?]
this town’s way too small to have great big fun
and i know, you all understand me though
we got great big futures in idaho
up in baltimore with the new [???]
and we ain’t gonna lose, this is evening news
on your television, we got omission
we have a vision, we make decisions
no more revision on stupid papers
i’m a one draft man, and i get my payment
i make my statements, without my patience
i write so fast that my wrist is aching
not from masturbation, but paper chasing
with a pen and a pad and imagination
i leave my basement, a place of safety
a place i love to write rhymes all day see
i’m not amazing, but i am oppressive
most of my old shit will toast your records
i’m boasting reckless, and that’s not me
listen to the chorus, then verse 3
i’ll get back to the quandary in snt
cross your fingers that i make it to philly in one piece
[hook]
i’m out of here my friends
send me a postcard or two
straight outta st. mary’s i guess
philadelphia i’m coming to you
[verse 3]
verse 3
back with a fresh confession
i apologise for shooting my professor
it was just on record, i was messing
around on track 1, and i don’t have a gun
but please, listen to me
if i don’t get a d it will be your own reality
your worst nightmare comes true to the fullest
a tall white boy with a gun and he’ll use it
he’ll abuse it, he won’t hesitate to pull it, c-ck it to the fullest
and keep throwing bullets
big lads with mullets
are all i see
i’m in the days now, i need to leave smc
geez, am i asleep or awake?
i’m driving my car, but i can’t use the brake
popo in the mirror, and there’s blood on my hands
it’s obvious i k!lled that little french man
shit
[hook]
i’m out of here my friends
send me a postcard or two
straight outta st. mary’s i guess
philadelphia i’m coming to you
[hook outro]
looks like i’m in big trouble
popo’s tryna chase me down
better fill my [exporplorer?]
and do my best to get the fuck out of town
[outro] (no instrumental)
i’m out of here my friends
send me a postcard or two
straight outta st. mary’s i guess
philadelphia i’m coming to you
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