Testo: Beyonce Knowles. Schoolin' Life.

This is for them 20s somethings
Time really moves fast, you were just sixteen
This is for them 30s somethings
That didn't turn out exactly how your mom and dad wanted you to be
This is for them 40s somethings
Well raise up your glass and laugh like a...
This is for them 50s somethings
Hey, you're halfway there, baby take it to the head

Mom and dad, tryna have a word
Said the world is just too big for a little girl
Eyes wide open, came to see
I had my first heels by the age of 13
Mom and dad, tryna have the boys
I swear that just make them want me more
At 14, they asked what I wanna be,
I said baby 21, so I get me a drink

I'm not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain't a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I'm great at writing these sick love letters
I'm a freak, all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy out of sight
And I'm crazy, all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life

Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life...

This is for them pretty somethings
Living in a fastlane, see you when you crash babe
This is for them sexy somethings
That body can't always get ya out of everything
This is for them bitter somethings
Stop living in regret, baby, it's not over yet
And this is for them [?] somethings

That's high old life, baby, put me on your flight

I'm not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain't a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I'm great at writing these sick love letters
I'm a freak, all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy out of sight
And I'm crazy, all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life

Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life...

You know it costs to be the boss
One day you'll run the town
For now make your life what you decide
Baby, party til the fire mashes, shuts this sucker down

I'm not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain't a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I'm great at writing these sick love letters
I'm a freak, all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy out of sight
And I'm crazy, all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life

Schoolin' life... oh oh oh... schoolin' life... oh oh oh

There's not a real way to live this... for real
Just remember stay... oh yeah, oh yeah
Don't stop running until it's finished
It's up to you, the rest is unwritten