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I'm four years into high school, still I'm three years left behind There's this girl that's two months pregnant, she sits one desk above mine Yeah, that doesn't really sit with me quite right There's a lot of people yelling during a school fight And I keep wondering why this edgar motherfucker meets a girl always sayin' this line: "Where my hug at?" My english teacher thinks he's wired and everybody thinks he's cool My spanish teacher might get fired for sleeping with a freshman dude Now, see, I don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing what I'm told So I'll just float around, keep my head down, and hope my life unfolds and— Everybody's telling me that I'm going to fail I try my hardest honestly, but it's kind of hard to tell That if I need work or I need rest To try my best, to try my best To tell myself, I say out loud, "It's fine, I'll figure it all out" Oh Class of 2024, welcome to the aggy family The world around us needs to change by the minute
Writer(s): Aimee Carty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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