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Gym Class

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Alternative Rap

Gym Class was released on March 30, 2016 by Death Note Music, LLC as a part of the album Gym Class - Single

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Peep

Vocals

The Boats

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Craig Tattersall

Craig Tattersall

Songwriter

Nicholas Brobak

Nicholas Brobak

Songwriter

Gustav Ahr

Songwriter

Andrew Robert Hargreaves

Andrew Robert Hargreaves

Songwriter

Daniel Norbury

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nicholas Brobak

Nicholas Brobak

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Whip it like a Nascar, I can see the time pass

Feel like I'm in high school, fuckin' me in gym class

Shawty, I remember that

I know you remember that

You was fuckin' with me way before I even wrote raps

Now I'm seein' cash flow

I could be a asshole

Yeah, I know

But it's all good cause I let her spend my money, though

Playboy bunny, though, shawty look like a pornstar

I know she love me 'cause she fuck me in her sports car

I pull up on her, tell her that we finna go far

Drop top, smokin' thrax, lookin' at the stars

Gettin' high, taking bars till we on Mars

I could make the ground move like I'm Avatar

Now I'm faded on my own in my bedroom

Now I'm lookin' at my phone should I text you?

I just wanna sex you, I just wanna bless you

Baby, I'm a priest in the underworld, guess who

Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new flow too

Lookin' at my teeth like you never seen a gold tooth

Never in the streets 'cause I never leave my home

If you wanna live a dream, I ain't coming, bitch, I told you

[Verse 2]

Whip it like a Nascar, I can see the time pass

Feel like I'm in high school, fuckin' me in gym class

Shawty, I remember that

I know you remember that

You was fuckin' with me way before I even wrote raps

Now I'm seein' cash flow

I could be a asshole

Yeah, I know

But it's all good cause I let her spend my money, though

Playboy bunny, though, shawty look like a pornstar

I know she love me 'cause she fuck me in her sports car

I pull up on her, tell her that we finna go far

Drop top, smokin' thrax, lookin' at the stars

Gettin' high, taking bars till we on Mars

I could make the ground move like I'm Avatar

Now I'm faded on my own in my bedroom

Now I'm lookin' at my phone should I text you?

I just wanna sex you, I just wanna bless you

Baby, I'm a priest in the underworld, guess who

Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new flow too

Lookin' at my teeth like you never seen a gold tooth

Never in the streets 'cause I never leave my home

If you wanna live a dream, I ain't coming, bitch, I-

Written by: Andrew Robert Hargreaves, Craig Tattersall, Daniel Norbury, Gustav Ahr, Nicholas Brobak

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