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Sine waves, perpetual motion Centripetal force, density of the ocean Associates, Bachelors Student Ambassadors Register, register, schedules, grades Grants and scholarships, tuition is paid No snooze button, turn off the alarm Losing some sleep. It's ok, though, no harm Friendly teachers and **** instructors Digital logic and semiconductors Homework, classwork, essays, papers Last minute class of procrastinators Get up, get blazed. 'Fore school, 'nutha blunt High while accepting student of the month Higher than you, and my grades, too, are higher How smart would I be if I put out the fire? Gen. Ed., English, Mathematics, Psychology Now on to the good stuff, much richer chronology Top of my class, highest grade in the program In just a few years, I'll have money in BOTH hands This hand-to-mouth **** ain't for me I'm tired of living week-to-week Broke, tired, and hungry day after day But when payday comes, it'll be here to stay You don't have to do as I do But my feet are too small to fill these big shoes If you think I can't fill them, then surely you're trippin' But do whatcha do, cause my burgers need flippin'
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:51 PM UTC
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Sine waves, perpetual motion Centripetal force, density of the ocean Associates, Bachelors Student Ambassadors Register, register, schedules, grades Grants and scholarships, tuition is paid No snooze button, turn off the alarm Losing some sleep. It's ok, though, no harm Friendly teachers and **** instructors Digital logic and semiconductors Homework, classwork, essays, papers Last minute class of procrastinators Get up, get blazed. 'Fore school, 'nutha blunt High while accepting student of the month Higher than you, and my grades, too, are higher How smart would I be if I put out the fire? Gen. Ed., English, Mathematics, Psychology Now on to the good stuff, much richer chronology Top of my class, highest grade in the program In just a few years, I'll have money in BOTH hands This hand-to-mouth **** ain't for me I'm tired of living week-to-week Broke, tired, and hungry day after day But when payday comes, it'll be here to stay You don't have to do as I do But my feet are too small to fill these big shoes If you think I can't fill them, then surely you're trippin' But do whatcha do, cause my burgers need flippin'
JG, November 2010
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:51 PM UTC
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