Livin' two lives is a little weird But school's cool cuz nobody knows Yea you get to be a small town girl But big time when you play your guitar You
splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy, boy like a Happy Meal And you's a motherfucking duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school
I've been to school in Boston Played my guitar down in Austin Driven eighteen wheels outta Delaware I've laid pipline in Alazka, detasselted corn in West
brand new bag But you, you were just jiving You wanted to feel dragged You ducked out of school Before you got it down, you hear me You ducked out of school
know, she wanna know how long I been playin' As long as my mother, as long as my momma she been prayin' She bought me a guitar, she bought me a guitar
Me, I graduated closer to last Bobby went to college, she got a degree I got a guitar so I could sing about Me and Bobby Ann Mason, back in high school
I remember when my teacher said "How you wanna make your life?" I said, "I can play guitar And it will be alright, listen" When I came out of school
to fill up with my thoughts A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams A way of saying life is not a loss I'd keep the tyke away from school
I saw a spider, I didn't scream 'Cause I can belch the alphabet, just double dog dare me And I chose guitar over ballet And I'd take these suckers down
He was down for his brother Respectful to his mother A good boy But good don't get attention One kid with a promise The brightest kid in school He'
Got a few cars in my garage, still I like to ride them old schools How them gangstas do, yeah, yeah And I keep it way pimpin' on true and vogues Ridin
pop If you can't find a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up
your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules, people that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school
trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the mirror man Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule When I was in high school
real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal. Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar
Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today Leave the sad guitar
school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school
