a musket pressed to the musk of the budget And I'm a must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think
phone too Books and papers, pencils and pens, Math and science just ain't my friend I need a life, it's a waste of my day To hear you babble for my stinkin
A little atmosphere Blue lights out on airport road Motown, in a field in a farmer's grove Big planes comin' overhead Lowdown You can see the bolts You