Studrique - Senior Year lyrics

[Verse] Work first fun second get that for the record I make what I do look easy like it's no effort Who else can balance running for a while Then dress in gown and wig without looking tired? I'm Pennywise but I deal with frowny faces Folks who don't apply themselves stay in lousy places They don't do enough, YouTube's all they got They cry like a baby and think bleak thoughts They say, "Why don't I get recognition? I set fire to the rain with no ignition?" The reason for your troubles isn't all superstition But learning to work hasn't hit you with fruition See me? I'm a middle cla** work-a-holic See me in a garden? No time to frolic I don't miss my ex, no I ain't melancholic Can't say her name cause she pro'lly in the audience I got hills to cross so I might as well crest I don't need a girl cause I do me the best Shouldn't say that since I promised clean lyrics But life is full of slip-ups, hard times, no gimmicks I'm about to k** 'em like my first name was Brandon Raps are clean cut lean smooth like a javelin Be scared Spiderman, I got your girl for ransom But don't keep me waiting too long, yeah I'm the sandman If you don't love yourself listen to this chime Be yourself, be on task, be at school, be on time Run towards your goals like you just commit a crime I'm not even on the track and I still bust a rhyme Dog! I make that lunch lady money In Play Pro and Comedy Guild cause I'm funny I work for what I want I don't dream If you don't like me? Well then join the team If I was president I'd veto negativity It's one thing we don't need in society First name should be Abe cause I only speak the truth I worry 'bout myself cause there's an "I" in improve I made some choices which led me to be solo All by myself like Eric Carmen, not from self-loathe Nick Cannon made it fine without Mariah So why should I cry over girls who say "bye-bye"? Busy like Kuzko, Emperor's New Groove Don't have to waste my time in high school to bust a move I got wifeys' waiting for me out in CSUN Cause here I'll be missed like Chandler when he hits them home runs That means some folks don't like me That means they hating out of spite That means some folks try to k** my vibe But they can never take my pride if I'm dead or alive Screw the haters now, I'm a drill sergeant Running 'til I'm faster than Moskowitz and Arsen Acting 'til my lungs give out and these lights darken 'Till God shoots an apple off my head and misses target That's why I live for tomorrow I ain't sad or with sorrow I just speak muy claro I don't wanna be so low That I end up on d**h row With regret in my soul And a past filled with woe I don't live like that though, no Work first fun second get that for the record I make what I do look easy like it's no effort Life is what you make of it, not how you spend it "Started off at Burbank", that's where I'll end it