S.W.A.C
Yeah.
Yeah.
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember getting faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And I would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
And when I get to where I'm goin', no, I'll never be a no one
I'ma go out as a legend, start a fire when it's snowin
I got all these people blowin', say they know me, but they don't
It wasn't there when I was nothin', now I see him at my show
And they tellin' people they know me, I ain't fuck with them before
Now they askin' for my money, I don't fuck with you no more
All these bitches claim to love me, but ignored before my tour
Come around and actin' funny, y'all hated when I was poor
I got that stamina
I'm just a white kid from Canada
And you know that I'm proud to be
Cause my country is strong and free
Wanna grow up, be just like me
Well, I got anxiety
Everybody say "hi"to me
I know you wanna live life like me
And you can dress up and try to be
But you'll never be quite like me
I'm not held down by gravity
And they used to laugh at me
You'll just end up a tragedy
If you fuck with a savage me
You're a clown when compared to me
Cause I look like a masterpiece,
yeah
And I'm always on my Snapchat
I still creep where you're at on my Snap Map
Everything that I have, you coulda had that
But you with him, and I'll never get that snap back
I'm here to make a difference, so forget about yesterday
Keep your head up for tomorrow, there's gon' be some better days
I wanna help the world, set my mind and I don't stray
I'm focused on my goals, so stay the fuck up out my way
If you ain't fuck with me since day one, get the fuck up out my face
I hear the haters talkin' shit, I just don't got nothin' to say
And if you ain't about to square up, then don't fuckin' say my name
I just showed up in the rap game and blew up like Cobain's face
I got some things I gotta do, I ain't got no time for shade
The hottest flow just keeps on goin', wanna be hard to replace
Everything I ever did, it was all to rise to fame
And every cent I ever made, I gave half the shit away
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crushed a whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
Alright, I
Graduated
From a S.W.A.C class
And gettin' faded in my math class
But that's ancient, who am I?
Well, it's complicated
See, I was always skippin' out of class
Always hangin' out with people that my mom told me was bad
I was pickin' up on habits that I wish I never had
Gettin' stoned behind the school, got the weed off Riley's dad
Yeah, sneakin' out the house to go to parties in the woods
Runnin' from the cops, I tried hidin' in the bush
Passin' out inside a cornfield, then we wake up in the morning
I was livin' in the moment, don't regret it for a minute
Uh, hangin' like a ballad, call me Chad
I get all of my bad habits from my dad
And I'm still a fuckin' savage when I'm sad
I just took your fuckin' girl, now you're mad about it
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah, ay
It's gettin' hard for me to focus
And I don't know if you noticed, but
Lately, I've been actin' different, feelin' kinda hopeless
And askin' all these questions like, who am I?
Well, I'll tell you who I am, alright
Yeah, I'm the guy that no one likes
And I got voices in my head
People say I'm goin' crazy
And I don't have any friends
Ain't nobody come around me till I started makin' hits
Used to bully me around everyday when we was kids
Yeah, I got a lot of problems
But I'll deal with them myself
All these people say they love me
But I know they really don't
They just want all of my money
Or a shout-out in my songs
Where was all these people when I needed them the most?
Yeah, I'm a small guy, but I'll be alright
If we don't talk the same, then we not gon' vibe
If you wasn't there for me when I needed you to be
But you still think you're my friend
Then it's time for you to leave
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
Yeah.
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember getting faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And I would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
And when I get to where I'm goin', no, I'll never be a no one
I'ma go out as a legend, start a fire when it's snowin
I got all these people blowin', say they know me, but they don't
It wasn't there when I was nothin', now I see him at my show
And they tellin' people they know me, I ain't fuck with them before
Now they askin' for my money, I don't fuck with you no more
All these bitches claim to love me, but ignored before my tour
Come around and actin' funny, y'all hated when I was poor
I got that stamina
I'm just a white kid from Canada
And you know that I'm proud to be
Cause my country is strong and free
Wanna grow up, be just like me
Well, I got anxiety
Everybody say "hi"to me
I know you wanna live life like me
And you can dress up and try to be
But you'll never be quite like me
I'm not held down by gravity
And they used to laugh at me
You'll just end up a tragedy
If you fuck with a savage me
You're a clown when compared to me
Cause I look like a masterpiece,
yeah
And I'm always on my Snapchat
I still creep where you're at on my Snap Map
Everything that I have, you coulda had that
But you with him, and I'll never get that snap back
I'm here to make a difference, so forget about yesterday
Keep your head up for tomorrow, there's gon' be some better days
I wanna help the world, set my mind and I don't stray
I'm focused on my goals, so stay the fuck up out my way
If you ain't fuck with me since day one, get the fuck up out my face
I hear the haters talkin' shit, I just don't got nothin' to say
And if you ain't about to square up, then don't fuckin' say my name
I just showed up in the rap game and blew up like Cobain's face
I got some things I gotta do, I ain't got no time for shade
The hottest flow just keeps on goin', wanna be hard to replace
Everything I ever did, it was all to rise to fame
And every cent I ever made, I gave half the shit away
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crushed a whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
Alright, I
Graduated
From a S.W.A.C class
And gettin' faded in my math class
But that's ancient, who am I?
Well, it's complicated
See, I was always skippin' out of class
Always hangin' out with people that my mom told me was bad
I was pickin' up on habits that I wish I never had
Gettin' stoned behind the school, got the weed off Riley's dad
Yeah, sneakin' out the house to go to parties in the woods
Runnin' from the cops, I tried hidin' in the bush
Passin' out inside a cornfield, then we wake up in the morning
I was livin' in the moment, don't regret it for a minute
Uh, hangin' like a ballad, call me Chad
I get all of my bad habits from my dad
And I'm still a fuckin' savage when I'm sad
I just took your fuckin' girl, now you're mad about it
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah, ay
It's gettin' hard for me to focus
And I don't know if you noticed, but
Lately, I've been actin' different, feelin' kinda hopeless
And askin' all these questions like, who am I?
Well, I'll tell you who I am, alright
Yeah, I'm the guy that no one likes
And I got voices in my head
People say I'm goin' crazy
And I don't have any friends
Ain't nobody come around me till I started makin' hits
Used to bully me around everyday when we was kids
Yeah, I got a lot of problems
But I'll deal with them myself
All these people say they love me
But I know they really don't
They just want all of my money
Or a shout-out in my songs
Where was all these people when I needed them the most?
Yeah, I'm a small guy, but I'll be alright
If we don't talk the same, then we not gon' vibe
If you wasn't there for me when I needed you to be
But you still think you're my friend
Then it's time for you to leave
Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class
I remember gettin' faded in my math class
That's why I would always sit at the very back
And would always keep a bottle in my knapsack
Yeah, my father taught me I should never talk back
Crash the whip doin' drugs, yeah, that's my bad
But I know when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Zac Mullaly
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