My Good Grades

Everybody on the floor
Don’t let me see you move an inch
There’s four things worth dying for
Believe me none of them is this

Keep one hand where i can see it
With that one clear out the till
I swear you’ve got my brother’s chin
Shit i should prolly call him still

So watch me now
I’m not ashamed
Look what i did with my good grades

You all look scared
I feel ok
Look what i did with my good grades

You will know who i am

Tell your puppy to shut up
Throw me the bag on second thought
Am i talking to myself? oh
Does the wind here always howl like god?

Come on, i have no regrets
This is a boutique for fancy pets
Built in the ice caps’ melting silhouette
Your whole town should not exist

We’re all thieves but i have dreams
Beneath the balaclava and gun
If la rents hadn’t risen ten percent
We might even get along