Lyrics
I hung at 7-Eleven just to feel sedate
And got on the bus at 25 to eight
We got where we were going to but we were late
Everyone agreed you looked really great
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
I'm feeling kinda lazy, I don't like this place
I've got my hood up to here, and you can see my face
And I hope that this week goes well, I won't get my grades
'Cause it's nothing like that, it's just you're not in my place
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four (one, two, three, four)
One, two, three, four (one, two, three, four)
One, two, three, four (one, two, three, four)
