Straight Outta St. Mary’s

[Hook]
I'm out of here my friends
Send me a postcard or two
Straight outta St. Mary's I guess
Philadelphia I'm coming to you

[Verse 1]
Check it out
The things I've learned, they haven't changed
I came to school and put my name
On every single test that they ever gave
I never was one to believe in grades
But I never talk down to professors
They already have so many stressors
Like books, apples, and student teachers
The chalk breaks off and the blackboard screeches
I can't complain though I'm not ashamed yo
I play my teachers like a motherfucking game yo
You do the same yo
Well that's cool
I got into school just to get out of school
But now my parents pay the tuition bill
And all I can do is sit here and chill
And thank them for all the love they've shown
Imma pay you all back when my ass is grown
It's obvious my English ain't quite fixed yet
Cause I still use double negatives
But it's only in rap, so it ain't that bad
My pops knows I rap he ain't that mad
He's kinda glad
My moms is too
She always knew I would grow up to do something stu-pid
And then get paid for it
I sure do rap, but I ain't no poet

[Hook]
I'm out of here my friends
Send me a postcard or two
Straight outta St. Mary's I guess
Philadelphia I'm coming to you

[Verse 2]
This is number two
Understand me please
I love St. Mary's
I love my friends, I love Seth, I got all I need
All I could ever want. [I ain't gonna front?]
This town's way too small to have great big fun
And I know, you all understand me though
We got great big futures in Idaho
Up in Baltimore with the new [???]
And we ain't gonna lose, this is evening news
On your television, we got omission
We have a vision, we make decisions
No more revision on stupid papers
I'm a one draft man, and I get my payment
I make my statements, without my patience
I write so fast that my wrist is aching
Not from masturbation, but paper chasing
With a pen and a pad and imagination
I leave my basement, a place of safety
A place I love to write rhymes all day see
I'm not amazing, but I am oppressive
Most of my old shit will toast your records
I'm boasting reckless, and that's not me
Listen to the chorus, then verse 3
I'll get back to the quandary in SNT
Cross your fingers that I make it to Philly in one piece

[Hook]
I'm out of here my friends
Send me a postcard or two
Straight outta St. Mary's I guess
Philadelphia I'm coming to you

[Verse 3]
Verse 3
Back with a fresh confession
I apologise for shooting my professor
It was just on record, I was messing
Around on track 1, and I don't have a gun
But please, listen to me
If I don't get a D it will be your own reality
Your worst nightmare comes true to the fullest
A tall white boy with a gun and he'll use it
He'll abuse it, he won't hesitate to pull it, cock it to the fullest
And keep throwing bullets
Big lads with mullets
Are all I see
I'm in the days now, I need to leave SMC
Geez, am I asleep or awake?
I'm driving my car, but I can't use the brake
Popo in the mirror, and there's blood on my hands
It's obvious I killed that little French man
Shit

[Hook]
I'm out of here my friends
Send me a postcard or two
Straight outta St. Mary's I guess
Philadelphia I'm coming to you

[Hook outro]
Looks like I'm in big trouble
Popo's tryna chase me down
Better fill my [explorer?]
And do my best to get the fuck out of town

[Outro] (No instrumental)
I'm out of here my friends
Send me a postcard or two
Straight outta St. Mary's I guess
Philadelphia I'm coming to you