my clique > your clique

suavé (ft. yung sepha)

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Freshman. Blank slate.
Like a seed imma germinate
Even when high school’s gonna terminate.
Farewell classmates, June 10th is the date.
Freshman. Blank slate.
Like a seed imma germinate
Even when high school’s gonna terminate.
Farewell classmates, June 10th is the date.

[Verse 1]
Never learned life skills but I learned to annotate.
Annotate, annotate, homework always on my plate.
Push it off to the end, yeah I procrastinate.
Wait till the mornin’, so I always show up late. (Oh, oh, oh, ay)
School’s in the way of my learning. (Scaaa)
Do I smell paper that’s burning.
Why do I wake up so early 7:30. 
Always tryna race past Hurley.
Hurry. Scurry. It’s almost 8:30. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I lack sleep, always slacking,
live on caffeine in a daze.
See my eye bags, on my iPad,
Oh my bad, I’m in space. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I sit and I’m moaning and groaning from hunger
It’s almost 11:45, no wonder.
Why listen to Hodson when I got Belvita
Why listen to Johnson with hummus and pita. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Full IB, 8 APs, yet
I'm balling my balls off, I’m triple threat.
For four long years, I’ll never forget
The pain and the gain I’ll never regret.
So I’m learning and churning through all of this work
Midterms and finals, they make berserk.
All this stress is just temporary,
In the end, I learn more about me. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nietzsche’s my preacha all thanks to my teacher,
Not Immanuel Kant, that’s not what I want.
I used to trust science’s seduction
Until I learned the Problem of Induction.
I was enslaved by times captivity
But then I learned Einstein’s Relativity.
Time doesn’t exist, let it sink in,
Magical realism’s realer than you thinkin’.

[Chorus]

[Ending]
Got my friends and my family on my shoulders
I’m going to Irvine, and Dylan’s at Boulder.
As I am recycling all my folders
I know it’s all over, I feel 10 years older.

high school (english hw)

[Chorus:]
When I say wus’ good, what do I really mean?
Wus’ good, wus’ bad, am I really obscene.
Now I’m already 18 but I still don’t know
A single little thing about moral hygiene.
When I say wus’ good, what do I really mean?
Wus’ good, wus’ bad, am I really obscene.
Now I’m already 18 but I still don’t know
A single little thing about moral hygiene.

[Kant:]
Ya’ll nonchalant,
My name is Immanuel Kant.
Morality lies in the action,
And not to mention my invention.
(So here is my) Categorical imperative
I got 3 maxims by which I live.
My laws are not hypothetical,
You could say it’s deontological.
No ifs and thens, it’s just what you do.
It’s your moral duty. I’ll show you
That you really Kant do everything you want to. (Want to, want to)
Now were moving onto
My maxims; I got only just three.
You should act universally
Behave as a moral authority
Treat people as ends, they have dignity

[Chorus:]

[Nietzsche:]
Their like, “Nietzsche, we need ya!”
Their like, “Friedrich, be our preacha!”
Get ready for this polemic,
I’m original, no remix.
Imma eternally expose 
all these externally imposed morals
Imma feast on these Jewish priests
Who say their beliefs are the normal
Wus’ good wus’ bad is whatchu ask.
You first gotta look at the past.
The Master Morality, and (Morality) of a Slave,
Both telling us how to behave.
Your will to power, your drive.
Only you know how far you’re willing to strive
Love for nothingness or excellence?
Death or ubermensch?

[Chorus:]
When I say wus’ good, what do I really mean?
Wus’ good, wus’ bad, am I really obscene.
I’m already 18 but I still don’t know
A single little thing about moral hygiene.

wus' good (philosophy hw)

unmastered mega typhoon 420

some guitar

vibe with me

Envy the ivy
Wanna make her my wifey
Wanna make her my baby
Baby be definitely aphi
Yeah yeah she know we the best
Cuz only phi psi can flex
We on that grind while she on my mind
We're the definition of finesse

So call me Mr. heartthrob
You know I'm the one for the job
Aphi's got top shelf selection
Blowing my mind like the election
Extra, extra, y'all are extra
Aphi phi psi foreva
So we pull up to aphi house hands down
We're kicking all the randoms out

(Strip scene)

Envy the ivy
Wanna make her my wifey
Wanna make her my baby
Baby be definitely aphi
Yeah yeah she know we the best
Cuz only phi psi can flex
We on that grind while she on my mind
We're the definition of finesse

Welcome to the Ivy League
Phi psi pulling up scrr and we dropping money
So we got new phis running all round the block
If you're not Aphi I don't really wanna talk
Also I don't really rap and I don't mean to brag
But Phi Kappa Psi's got hella money bags
We winning the race at a pace you can't follow
With Tommy Bahama on I say Mahalo!

I’ve never, okay, I’ve never heard anyone say that
That was weird, that was like a fucking lion
(Yes, I was beyond intoxicated while recording)

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