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Punch Clock Prophets
95'
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
95' fue lanzado el 30 de mayo de 2025 por Purgatorio Studio como parte del álbum Rhythms Against Nature
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ÁlbumRhythms Against Nature
Fecha de lanzamiento30 de mayo de 2025
Sello discográficoPurgatorio Studio
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM96

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Punch Clock Prophets
Punch Clock Prophets
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Punch Clock Prophets
Punch Clock Prophets
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[Intro]
Yeah.
1995 bred a menace in heels,
Sticker-covered locker, drippin’ n sarcasm, stealin’ Happy Meals.
Late to class with a mouth like fire,
Straight up bitch burnin’ the school empire.
[Hook]
She a fly-ass bitch since '95,
Ate your lunch and didn’t apologize.
Fuck your rules and your dress code too,
I fucked up the principal, “with a fucking shoe.”
Butterfly clips with a razor tongue,
Spit fire on fools just for fun.
If you feel attacked, then stay that way—
She didn’t grow up soft, she grew up to slay.
[Verse 1]
Got a flip phone charged and a middle finger trained,
Sneakin’ out the back with her Walkman blarin’ rain.
She got that late-bus strut, that hallway glare,
Teachers stay pressed but she don’t care.
Docs on the desk, legs on the chair,
Told 'em, “mark me late, bitch, I was doin' my hair.”
Eyes rolled sharp, wit even sharper,
Doin’ donuts in the lot like she’s startin’ Parker.
[Hook – Repeat]
She a fly-ass bitch since '95,
Ate your lunch and didn’t apologize.
Fuck your rules and your dress code too,
Told the vice principal, “kiss my shoe.”
Butterfly clips with a razor tongue,
Spit fire on fools just for fun.
If you feel attacked, then stay that way—
She didn’t grow up soft, she grew up slay.
[Verse 2]
Lunch tray slam with a Walkman beat,
Got that Lauryn Hill mood, never missin’ a seat.
Blew smoke out the window, lipstick dark,
Burnin’ love letters in the school lot park.
Ripped her jeans more than once on purpose,
Still passed math with a look that’s murderous.
Threw a zine at the jock, told him "read it and choke,"
Every word a dagger, every page she wrote.
[Bridge]
She ain’t prom queen, she the motherfuckin’ threat,
Skipped the dance, lit a blunt on a cassette.
Payphone killer with a pager flex,
Snappin’ back at life with some dirty-ass text.
[Final Hook – Slow, Mean Delivery]
She a fly-ass bitch since '95,
Took no shit and stayed alive.
Rang alarms in a denim skirt,
And made the hallway her red-alert.
[Outro]
So toast to the bold and the back-of-class crew,
To the girls with heat and a fuck-you view.
She’s senior year flame, a hallway riot—
Raised in the static, loud and defiant.
Written by: Punch Clock

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