School Is Out Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Sheesh!
My teacher complains that I'm always late for her class
But when it's time to leave I'm first
Unbuckle my belt just to make sure the lesson delayed
And waste the time tucking the shirt
And that is the same type of shit that a nigga always in the headmaster's office
Kakwali hand'uduko but there by the academics I was making a progress
School is out, teacher okatenda okadenga oskola oyadjamo
If she still teaching I pick up my bag and I walk out of the class, boy I'm dumb
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba
Otashiichecke otashiistamba, teacher indidjemo ondahala okustama
That's a clear indication the lesson is boring, ondahala okuka chilla nospana
Twa chilla eike pondje twastana
Come back to the class and she pissed
I told her om'nino owafita, ondaninga efiku inandi ninga uufifiti
Always at the back of the class doing shit with my niggas, ain't worried 'bout niks
It's always as loud as whatever in here like a speaker turned up to the max
Only time that the class is so quiet it's either I'm sleeping or writing these tracks
Only time that I listen attentively we prolly learning a topic on sex
I'm finally done and I blessed, completing school currently my biggest flex
And my parents are prolly the happiest their oldest son is moving on to the next
I gotta pay back both my parents for putting them through all that trouble and stress
All the wrong buttons I pressed, I swear Imma turn all that shit into racks, facts (Ey)
My teacher complains that I'm always late for her class
But when it's time to leave I'm first
Unbuckle my belt just to make sure the lesson delayed
And waste the time tucking the shirt
And that is the same type of shit that a nigga always in the headmaster's office
Kakwali hand'uduko but there by the academics I was making a progress
School is out, teacher okatenda okadenga oskola oyadjamo
If she still teaching I pick up my bag and I walk out of the class, boy I'm dumb
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba
You know that moment when the teacher
Walking around the class, asking the kids to pull out their homework?
And she stands right next to you
And then now you're busy in your bag acting like you
Looking for your homework but you know you ain't done shit
I was always that kid bro, but it's WHARREVERR! (Yeah)
I was always at the stu making songs, barely got time for homework
On particular days when I woke up much earlier, I always did it in the morning
I had my momma stressing, "vakwetu eengalo daya oshiveli shange mom'twe"
All I knew is that I had to get it, had to make the music work at the moment
Take me back to Etosha, boy started gaining some traction
Started doing school shows dropping new songs, I was getting some attention
But I never payed it in the class, come exams and tests nigga I always passed
Same teacher complaining is now wondering how I do that
My teacher complains that I'm always late for her class
But when it's time to leave I'm first
Unbuckle my belt just to make sure the lesson delayed
And waste the time tucking the shirt
And that is the same type of shit that a nigga always in the headmaster's office
Kakwali hand'uduko but there by the academics I was making a progress
School is out, teacher okatenda okadenga oskola oyadjamo
If she still teaching I pick up my bag and I walk out of the class, boy I'm dumb
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba
Mongula okunasha efiku natango, otashiichecke otashiistamba