Wannabe Lyrics

Mrs. McCarter

There's no books on my shelf

It feels harder when I'm writing cursive L's

Cause Airyc's on the ground and I'm B.S.ing with Tyrell

Mrs. McCarter

I really just cannot tell

What you're trying to spell out before the bell

Fire in her eyes and a message she begins to belt

She says...

You trying to be a wannabe?

You trying to drive a clown car?

You trying to be a wannabe?

Well lets see how cool you are

Mrs. McCarter

Get these kids back in order

Make one the caboose and another the line leader

And if they don't obey give 'em a desk right next to the teacher

Mrs. McCarter

I hear them chanting my name.

Before I play "Thriller" by Michael J

Well tell these kids something that'll stick like pins

She says...

You trying to be a wannabe?

You trying to drive a clown car?

You trying to be a wannabe?

Well lets see how cool you are

Let's go

Mrs. McCarter

Look what I've become

I'm your boy, your rockstar, your number one

Now life without that shove wouldn't be too fun

Mrs. McCarter

Get these kids in gear

When they think of you they grin ear to ear

Tell not what they want but what they've gotta hear

You trying to be a wannabe?

You trying to drive a clown car?

You trying to be a wannabe?

Well lets see how cool you are

Yeah

You trying to be a wannabe?

You trying to drive a clown car?

You trying to be a wannabe?

Well lets see how cool you are

Oh they're trying to be wannabes

But let's see how cool they are