(feat. Busta Rhymes)

		

		Gym Class Heroes

Cool and Dre (this is)

You silly for this one

It's Travie (why you doin this to me)



I started rappin back in the class

Scribbling tracks

In hopes that one of my jokes

Would have the pretty young things laughin

The chubby little bastard

With a nack for little debbies snacks

But what I lacked in looks

I made up for it in passion

No advance and plus we make it happen

Your conscience more obnoxious

Then that laughy Taffy snappin

Goodbye yesterdays rags

Hello high fashion

Hands before you's a man

That built a castle with sand

With no regards for tidelwaves

And finally established

Til the water comes in gallon drums

And wipes away my palace

But now I'm sittin lovely off

In wonderland with Alice

With purple people passin me

At the catapillar's chalice

Ha ha, you probably thinking

I'm wrong right?

Like I should quit

Writing these songs right?

Tell you what do it better

I just might

Take it back to 86

You wanna lick, sike!



Don't let the TV mislead you

Me and you dude we are not equal

Fuck you this is for my people

Fuck you this is for my people

Don't try to hide like I can't see you

Your parents must've been trans

And so see through

Fuck you this is for my people

Fuck you this is for my people

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down



[Busta Rhymes]

Before I utter words

And before I start to begin

Let me make sure you clear

I'm about securing the wind

I puzzle up my words

While I piece another concoction

Cause I'm stubborn with the thought

That failure was never an option

I grinds like a carpenter

Until my caleceous's bleed

With the passion from my heart

To the many mouths that I feed

That's why I look at most of you

Stupid I know it's odd

Because you can't really do

Nuttin to me unless you GOD

But bein that none of you aint him

You can't fuck with me

Now watch me erase them

Now trust me see I'm so determined

I'm walkin through the heap of gauntlets

While the fire is burnin

Or how the tires

Turning on the rim of the V

I laugh and shake it off

The shit they be doin to me

Wit all the yappin and talking

And so and so think

That you can ever stop the kid

OH NO



So if you get in my way you know yer done son

You best believe what I say you better run son

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones

You better kneel down

And pray cause where I come from

We goin hard everyday that's how the fights won

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones

Put up the peace sign, put the index down

Put up the peace sign, put the index down

Put up the peace sign, put the index down

Put up the peace sign, put the index down



Look mom no hands (no hands)

Yer little boys a man (goddamn)

Everything you said is finally settin in

Trainin wheels fell off and I kept peddling

Now I'm ridin wheelies on this industry

Say the word I'll ghostride

This bitch instantly

Good lookin pop on the strength that you givin me

Wasn't for you Gym Class would be history

I'm on my upstate shit

I Was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich

Gettin brains from two dames with French accents

Now I mess with local chicks

I get em upstate shit

You prob thinking I'm wrong right?

Like I should quit writtin these songs right?

Tell you what do it better I just might

Take it back to 86 you want a lick, sike!



Now it's a lot of yall that can't stand me

Cause my resembelance to prince is uncanny

But fuck you this is for my family

Fuck you this is for my family

Upstate new york to Miami

Up late recording in my jammies

I do it for my family

Fuck you this is for my family

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down

Put up your peace sign, put your index down