🎵 I HATE HIGHSCHOOL // by Dyme-A-Duzin

1 ContributorI HATE HIGHSCHOOL Lyrics [Intro: Dyme-A-Duzin, MC Lyte] (‘Cause I ain’t going out like a sucker, no way) Yeah I mean (Dyme-A-Duzin) You guys can keep me here all night, like Seriously, I-I don’t really don’t wanna go home What’s your report card saying? [Chorus] That winter dance off was awfully crappy They stopped the grindin’ (stopped the grindin’) My fricking project is due tomorrow and I can’t find it Cut your classes smoking trees But don’t get caught by [?] Get out at three (yeah), chill out ‘til 5 (yeah) Then go to sleep, I’m barely alive On my, “I hate high school” [Verse 1] I’m gonna be in high school for the rest of my days ‘Cause my girl fetish got my credits looking lame Roaming through the halls ‘cause I thought it was a game Thеn my mom jaw dropped when the graduation camе (Donnovan!) And now I’m stuck, and she [?] I’m beating on the table, who wants lunch? I’m at my prime of lunch room rhyme You take class time just to hear one line And my cliques the best, what I got next? A fricking math test on this little half desk Time has been wasting, hormones are raging Puberty’s increasing, everybody’s changing Man [Chorus] That winter dance off was awfully crappy They stopped the grindin’ (stopped the grindin’) My fricking project is due tomorrow and I can’t find it Cut your classes smoking trees But don’t get caught by [?] Get out at three (yeah), chill out ‘til 5 (yeah) Then go to sleep, I’m barely alive On my, “I hate high school” [Bridge] (Hey!) And I hate dances (Hey!) And I hate finals (Hey!) And I hate high school (Ahh, it sucks) [Verse 2] I can’t tell you what I learned in school Well, I can tell you a story or two I mean, yeah, of course, I learned some rules Don’t claim the school slut as your girlfriend And don’t spark something up ‘less we’re all in And don’t try to be something just to fall in And if a crowds running, somebody’s brawlin’ And ‘cause your mom’s rich don’t mean you’re ballin’ Hide your palm, man, ain’t nothing wrong with some cheatin’ A real player doesn’t say how many chicks he’s beatin’ Didn’t have safe sex, he’s impregnated Got home tonight and all I can say is [Chorus] That winter dance off was awfully crappy They stopped the grindin’ (stopped the grindin’) My fricking project is due tomorrow and I can’t find it Cut your classes smoking trees But don’t get caught by [?] Get out at three (yeah), chill out ‘til 5 (yeah) Then go to sleep, I’m barely alive On my, “I hate high school” [Bridge] (Hey!) And I hate dances (Hey!) And I hate finals (Hey!) And I hate high school Every- Every high schooler Every stoner kid around the world Every Abrocrombie and Fitch wearer [?] as high as you can Repeat after me Somebody’s getting jumped Jumped, jumped, jumped, jumped Jumped, jumped, jumped Weird kids, weird kids, weird kids, weird kids She’s got a baby She’s got a baby She’s got a baby She’s got a baby Summer school Summer school Summer school Summer school [Outro] Man, I hate high school I hate it I’m sorry, momma, I’m bout 15 credits away from [?] See you at graduation Everybody come through My friends that actually [?] too The real screw ups It-it-it’s no use to rubbing it in our faces We’re getting better, and better Are they seriously gonna make me get all these credits or do I have to stay here for the rest of my life?