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School Issues Video (MV)




Performed By: D.O.C.C Music
Length: 3:47
Written by: Carlos Lemos




D.O.C.C Music - School Issues Lyrics




I go to the middle school
There's a lot of smart, but a lot of fools
People pretending to be cool
Mid rich kids showing off they jewels
Think you better than the people in the trap
Or the disabled sitting all handicap
Having girls sitting on your friking lap
Taking selfies on they phone with the camera app
I got called out two times in one school day
Teacher put me on the spot, like she wanna play
I got honor roll first marking period so respect me
If you don't it won't matter cause God will still bless me
Kids today think they tough
Keep pretending and watch yourself get messed up
So put your hands on your back
And let me see what you have in your backpack (Yeah, yeah)

School issues I gotta go through
Rather be home eating my mom's precious stew
School issies I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view (Yeah, yeah)

I was never good at the sports
Or shooting hoops at the basketball courts (Shooter)
I wasn't fast like the other kids
Everytime I came passed, they slapped my ribs
Dudes be shutting me up all the time
If I was a king, I would make you pay that crime
Cause you treat me like trash, didn't give me a dime
Got to diss you guys with the right rhyme (Yeah)
We be in our changing rooms
Looking at me like I wasn't normal
But you were the people acting all informal
Teenage kids acting abmormal
I tired of y'all, getting me raged wanting to make me brawl (Yeah)
So put your hands on your back
And let me see what you have in your backpack (Yeah, yeah)

School issues I gotta go through
Rather be home eatingnmy mom's precious stew
School issues I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view (Yeah, yeah)

Kid's are a bunch of wise guys
Gossip all the time and say a bunch of lies
Here I am, wearing my leather jacket
Saying it how it is, hits you like a tennis racket
Now you kids cause me to fall in sadness
Saying things like you knew what life was with gladness
Teaching me lesson's on how to be a gentlemen
What do you know girl, you only act feminine

School issues I got to go through
Rather be home eating my mom's precious stew
School issues I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view
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I go to the middle school
There's a lot of smart, but a lot of fools
People pretending to be cool
Mid rich kids showing off they jewels
Think you better than the people in the trap
Or the disabled sitting all handicap
Having girls sitting on your friking lap
Taking selfies on they phone with the camera app
I got called out two times in one school day
Teacher put me on the spot, like she wanna play
I got honor roll first marking period so respect me
If you don't it won't matter cause God will still bless me
Kids today think they tough
Keep pretending and watch yourself get messed up
So put your hands on your back
And let me see what you have in your backpack (Yeah, yeah)

School issues I gotta go through
Rather be home eating my mom's precious stew
School issies I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view (Yeah, yeah)

I was never good at the sports
Or shooting hoops at the basketball courts (Shooter)
I wasn't fast like the other kids
Everytime I came passed, they slapped my ribs
Dudes be shutting me up all the time
If I was a king, I would make you pay that crime
Cause you treat me like trash, didn't give me a dime
Got to diss you guys with the right rhyme (Yeah)
We be in our changing rooms
Looking at me like I wasn't normal
But you were the people acting all informal
Teenage kids acting abmormal
I tired of y'all, getting me raged wanting to make me brawl (Yeah)
So put your hands on your back
And let me see what you have in your backpack (Yeah, yeah)

School issues I gotta go through
Rather be home eatingnmy mom's precious stew
School issues I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view (Yeah, yeah)

Kid's are a bunch of wise guys
Gossip all the time and say a bunch of lies
Here I am, wearing my leather jacket
Saying it how it is, hits you like a tennis racket
Now you kids cause me to fall in sadness
Saying things like you knew what life was with gladness
Teaching me lesson's on how to be a gentlemen
What do you know girl, you only act feminine

School issues I got to go through
Rather be home eating my mom's precious stew
School issues I gotta go through
You probably don't see my point of view
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Writer: Carlos Lemos
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