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(verse 1)
I broke the rules. Broke rulers. Smacked classmates over their heads with textbooks. They know they're dead, but I read the book... WAY BEFORE. Fuck Catholic School. I went there. Public school. I got pimped there. Wasn't a pimp there. Quite a simp there. But no Eminem was there. No rebellion from me. I was quite the student that was nice to teachers. And they liked the teaching that I would do. I understood the lesson. Pushed the lesson past the threshold. So never let go of the rules. Choke them shits. Know them shits. Find a loophole in them. THEN start goin' in.
(hook)
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
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When Em came, I became a bit strange. Far from pimp gaming. Just listening to flames on the radio, to see if they could measure to my man. No fellatio. So I'm going crazy. Going over words. Maybe I'm going insane, but I'm dropping turds on anybody trying to plot on what would get on my nerves. Shoot 'em! Spray 'em! Do 'em away! Yo! No one can do what I do when I say what I say. And that's quite the grace that I pray. So why would I stay away? I love you, Lord! Ungh! But I'm just the Lord. More than the Lord. I'm The King of this shit! So fuck you if you bringing me shit! Hop off my genius dick! You heard?!
(hook)
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
(verse 3)
I think I outgrew the jersey. And I don't like washing them when they're dirty. I like to feel like I'm on the field. So what I talk, yields. All my feelings in my music. Go ahead and play 'em. You're playing me. Either way you look at it, Avery is saving me. No slavery is needed. Only the AME. Keep my lady with me. And if there's beef, I'm not spraying. Better BELIEVE I got to payin' niggas. And I'ma get away with it. I pay lords. And they know what they're getting paid for. Stay indoors. Talk your shit online. They'll call you soft. Get away with it, too. 'Cause I don't talk my shit online. I make it. For you. Yeah!
(hook)
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
I don't wanna go to school!
Why do I gotta go to school?
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First of all, Lavelle Junson is the son of Eddie Murphy in "Coming 2 America". He embraced the concept of royal living, but didn't adjust well AT ALL to his new environment. I'm comparing myself to him because it is VERY difficult to see myself as a king. I am very self-sacrificing. To my detriment.
Greater Avery AME Church is my dad's side of the family's home church. They preach the gospel, but with a Black history twist.
Everything else in the song is me showing class to an otherwise ratchet beat. The deeper you dive into the lyrics, the more *rachit* you'll see the lyrics are.
I have no vendetta against anyone (at the moment). Just don't piss me off.
#KingCharles!!!
