CLASSROOM ft. WynD Lyrics

You don't know nothing (To be a kid again bitch)

You don't know nothing

You don't know nothing(I ain't tryna go back)

You don't know nothing

I said class in session

Bad asses is in detention

Wrath, madness from the sentencing, babbling

We don't get how yo schools is another prison

Did twelve without consenting

For 12 to have dominion, christened

Their religion teach children how to be villains

Criminal and victims, guilty but innocent

Filthy cause the school prison pipeline need plumbing

These lines these fiends want em

Push dimes, my family hungry

The system just left us hungry and dead

Without an option, more deadbeats

On top of the problems on top of problems

So God my only option

My only hope in a father

Cause daddy was really locked

Grandad was in the army

We don't benefit from it

Class is in session

Sir did you hear the bell ring

Nah, gotta different outlook

Besides the lies in these textbooks

Like how do we awake from a beauty sleep

But still walk in the class playing sheep

By what the schools teach

The early bird don't get the worm

Unless I'm biting in the teacher's apple

What they say is cap

But I still walked out with my tassle

Wearing my gown, a good kid

Surrounded by a lot of bullies

Brats, rascals

They discipline with principles

To get hit with a paddle

Then lie in the face of the parents

Saying its something odd about him

Thinking special education is the remedy

When really it don't have anything

To do with learning disabilities

Sitting with my pencils and other writing utensils

Trying my best to ingest

But its messing with my mental

Failing every assignment

It was hard to pay attention

It felt more like an asylum mixed with a bit of prison

Bringing home Fs cause I had no fucks given

Mom calling the school they say

"Wyndon doesn't listen

He's always at his desk and he never asks questions

He only interacts when we're at recess"

My brain was always on

Taking the short yellow bus home

Now I'm flexing my intelligence

Middle finger to the reading, writing and arithmetics

The key measure for the school is

To unzip my pants and suck my ruler stick

Stock, yea

You don't know nothing

What the hell you talking bout

You don't know nothing

Hell nah you don't know nothing

You don't know nothing