[Verse 1]
West Caldwell ’94 kicking, Dawn: a tall twelve
Test, which clique to sit in? I’m sure they all smell
Nine bores it’s all hell, my lore fits i-n-g on all tell
Sight to see when brawl swell
And as soon as I get to fit in I’m the bucket that you shit in
Fucked enough to give in and let you look from a distance
Hooked on the menace, dilemmas, the premise
Theft me of your presence once you shook off like a blemish
Touch that in a minute, for now I mention our detention
Compliments, she sent us, Mrs Grissom when I mention
You cheating off my test and, your seating gave you this win
After school impeachment for my dignity’s in question
Hundred word essay that’s dreaded in the best way
Classmates that stagnate, the blessings of a test day
My brother and his bandmates that never had it that way
A mother and a sister who isn’t even past eight

[Chorus]
The way I is
Like it or not Missy
It’s just the way I is
The way I is
Like it or not Mark
It’s just the way I is
It’s funny I’m running my lane like it’s sane
No money no funding no dollar no shame
It’s looking like a never ending gig
It’s looking like I’m never spending big

[Verse 2]
So I booked the chicken scrawl to class
Sawed my sisters doll in half, whole lotta sass
With these counselors pouncing yuh announcing that they’re doubting yuh
Kinda easy just believe me getting drowsy off the sound of yuh
Bro’s new lead singer: one horny man
Wore aloha on pants, swingers juniors and grads
Told his singing was flat, that nearly broke up the band
They noticed Steve was a brat, I cheered him most handsome man
Didn’t matter to him when he grabbed a ten as I prattled and grinned
Saddling in, piano seduction, I’m channeled to win
Heard through the grape vine that you come hither your girls
Wouldn’t complain that you was a late mind to run my shower of pearls
Suppose it goes to show I’m stuck with who I know
Those I can’t dispose, still I strut alone
I toyed with their feelings these boys that I’m dealing-
With, some appealing, this heart I ploy stealing
Sucking it up within the Special People’s Club my love if you know what’s up
And daft mom and dad don’t want it up in the back, a cup of that tough luck
It’s roughen up, rocking top it’s muffin in the tights everything gets stuffed in
Side to side, let alone when I’m at home I get phoned from this thug when
I don’t really want to be bugged at all, can’t stop giving attention, not all
I fall, I fall, I fall, I fall, I fall
I’m broke with balls all through my virgin walls (walls?)
Not today it seems, I was spared by custodians who walked into the scene

[Chorus]
The way I is
Like it or not Missy
It’s just the way I is
The way I is
Like it or not Mark
It’s just the way I is
It’s funny I’m running my lane like it’s sane
No money no funding no dollar no shame
It’s looking like a never ending gig
It’s looking like I’m never spending big