Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if you double up I can tell it all from the start
Day one
Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark
I told that chick to beat it
Discriminate with my cock
If Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
A shade from white and ripe
Why wouldn't that nigga like me
Guess she didn't know I identified her as hoe
And it wasn't in my plan for her coochie to have control
Day two
Restless
In need of something to do
And if you got the plug
I'll be needing something from you
Though it's eighty-two degrees
My demeanor is mighty cold
'Cause no God is in my soul
But these demons still coming through
Crackheads and scams run rampant across campus
Murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas
Hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish
Into a niggas room to get some dick
So I assume
Day three was key
Cause I finally had went to class
Sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass
Thinking a degree would put me on the right path
But the second it turned three my motivation had passed
Went outside to smoke
I met a nigga named Jaz
We both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz
Busting freestyles like hymens when Vikings clash
When I noticed a group
A couple hours had passed
Day four
Accustomed to campus and how it works
See, if you have the bread
The pretty women will flirt
And if you packing lead
The hood niggas respect you
But if you lack the cred
They'll probably treat you like dirt
Met a man in red
Big homie I'll call him Zues
He spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce
Usually, I choose not to listen to people's views
But a couple hours prior was sipping on gin and juice
Day five
Sick of the lies
In lack of drive
Same people who'll deface you
Won't face you they'd rather hide
Spreading false tales like bards
While drunk and high
When sober they'd tuck tail
And couldn't remember why
Tried to go to sleep
Twelve hours after the noon
But couldn't help to notice
Screaming from the other room
Went out to find peace
In the cover of the moon
A man followed
Bragging 'bout his brother sharing poon
He asked me for a blunt
I told him I'd have it soon
As I walk downstairs
I caught a whiff of perfume
That's when I'd seen her walking
A beauty that'd make you swoon
Then I realized she just got tossed by two goons
Damn
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
Month one
Smoke on the daily but not for fun
I'm tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun
Plus I got a tool, but haven't told anyone
So if someone's acting petty they won't be ready to run
Took my father's whip
Thinking to myself don't slip
Then caught a flat tire four fifths of the way on my trip
My phone started ringing
My pops he was screaming 'bout my grades oh shit
Month two
Really start f*cking with homie Zues
Still haven't gone to class
The academic recluse
But I needed cash my parents said they were through
Plus if they knew I smoked
I'd probably go hungry too
Trading english papers and twenties for now will do
Though somethings got to move
For this sitch, I'm in to improve
Hanging with the crew
I ain't really in the mood
But Jaz called talking 'bout a party with some food
Month three we decided to flip a pack
Take a hound south and bring the merchandise back
Made the trip twice the second just wasn't laxed
The homies peeped a garage with thirty birds in the back
Doubled back
Then we talked about the house we was at
The rumors said it's a fed's so we took it as fact
It wasn't that we were scared
We just knew how to act
Plus it could've been a sting
Who'd want to get caught in that
Month four
Niggas start knocking all on my door
I'm like the lowest bidder
Prescriptions you can afford
For every ten I sell
I'm making another four
I give the homie twelve
He helped me get in the door
Watching for the twelve
Cuz I'm who they lookin' for
When women give me hell
I think back on day four
I called it so well it's what I pushed my fate towards
If life's a game of spades I can finally make board
Month five
Finals arrive and I was shook
Attendance almost zero
It wouldn't be overlooked
Zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked
Them niggas hit the lick we skipped and got booked
Forty years all over a suicide mission
I'll be fifty-eight when them niggas get out of prison
Whether by luck or fate
I could've been in the system
And underneath that weight
Decided to stop whipping
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
George III - FSU Lyrics
George III - FSU Lyrics
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Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if you double up I can tell it all from the start
Day one
Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark
I told that chick to beat it
Discriminate with my cock
If Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
A shade from white and ripe
Why wouldn't that nigga like me
Guess she didn't know I identified her as hoe
And it wasn't in my plan for her coochie to have control
Day two
Restless
In need of something to do
And if you got the plug
I'll be needing something from you
Though it's eighty-two degrees
My demeanor is mighty cold
'Cause no God is in my soul
But these demons still coming through
Crackheads and scams run rampant across campus
Murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas
Hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish
Into a niggas room to get some dick
So I assume
Day three was key
Cause I finally had went to class
Sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass
Thinking a degree would put me on the right path
But the second it turned three my motivation had passed
Went outside to smoke
I met a nigga named Jaz
We both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz
Busting freestyles like hymens when Vikings clash
When I noticed a group
A couple hours had passed
Day four
Accustomed to campus and how it works
See, if you have the bread
The pretty women will flirt
And if you packing lead
The hood niggas respect you
But if you lack the cred
They'll probably treat you like dirt
Met a man in red
Big homie I'll call him Zues
He spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce
Usually, I choose not to listen to people's views
But a couple hours prior was sipping on gin and juice
Day five
Sick of the lies
In lack of drive
Same people who'll deface you
Won't face you they'd rather hide
Spreading false tales like bards
While drunk and high
When sober they'd tuck tail
And couldn't remember why
Tried to go to sleep
Twelve hours after the noon
But couldn't help to notice
Screaming from the other room
Went out to find peace
In the cover of the moon
A man followed
Bragging 'bout his brother sharing poon
He asked me for a blunt
I told him I'd have it soon
As I walk downstairs
I caught a whiff of perfume
That's when I'd seen her walking
A beauty that'd make you swoon
Then I realized she just got tossed by two goons
Damn
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
Month one
Smoke on the daily but not for fun
I'm tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun
Plus I got a tool, but haven't told anyone
So if someone's acting petty they won't be ready to run
Took my father's whip
Thinking to myself don't slip
Then caught a flat tire four fifths of the way on my trip
My phone started ringing
My pops he was screaming 'bout my grades oh shit
Month two
Really start f*cking with homie Zues
Still haven't gone to class
The academic recluse
But I needed cash my parents said they were through
Plus if they knew I smoked
I'd probably go hungry too
Trading english papers and twenties for now will do
Though somethings got to move
For this sitch, I'm in to improve
Hanging with the crew
I ain't really in the mood
But Jaz called talking 'bout a party with some food
Month three we decided to flip a pack
Take a hound south and bring the merchandise back
Made the trip twice the second just wasn't laxed
The homies peeped a garage with thirty birds in the back
Doubled back
Then we talked about the house we was at
The rumors said it's a fed's so we took it as fact
It wasn't that we were scared
We just knew how to act
Plus it could've been a sting
Who'd want to get caught in that
Month four
Niggas start knocking all on my door
I'm like the lowest bidder
Prescriptions you can afford
For every ten I sell
I'm making another four
I give the homie twelve
He helped me get in the door
Watching for the twelve
Cuz I'm who they lookin' for
When women give me hell
I think back on day four
I called it so well it's what I pushed my fate towards
If life's a game of spades I can finally make board
Month five
Finals arrive and I was shook
Attendance almost zero
It wouldn't be overlooked
Zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked
Them niggas hit the lick we skipped and got booked
Forty years all over a suicide mission
I'll be fifty-eight when them niggas get out of prison
Whether by luck or fate
I could've been in the system
And underneath that weight
Decided to stop whipping
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if you double up I can tell it all from the start
Day one
Teisha tried cuffing me like a mark
I told that chick to beat it
Discriminate with my cock
If Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
A shade from white and ripe
Why wouldn't that nigga like me
Guess she didn't know I identified her as hoe
And it wasn't in my plan for her coochie to have control
Day two
Restless
In need of something to do
And if you got the plug
I'll be needing something from you
Though it's eighty-two degrees
My demeanor is mighty cold
'Cause no God is in my soul
But these demons still coming through
Crackheads and scams run rampant across campus
Murk bandits, though outlandish paint the canvas
Hoes brandish ass and tits then vanish
Into a niggas room to get some dick
So I assume
Day three was key
Cause I finally had went to class
Sat in homeroom while staring out of the glass
Thinking a degree would put me on the right path
But the second it turned three my motivation had passed
Went outside to smoke
I met a nigga named Jaz
We both liked to rap and immediately start to spazz
Busting freestyles like hymens when Vikings clash
When I noticed a group
A couple hours had passed
Day four
Accustomed to campus and how it works
See, if you have the bread
The pretty women will flirt
And if you packing lead
The hood niggas respect you
But if you lack the cred
They'll probably treat you like dirt
Met a man in red
Big homie I'll call him Zues
He spoke on aspirations of bangers calling a truce
Usually, I choose not to listen to people's views
But a couple hours prior was sipping on gin and juice
Day five
Sick of the lies
In lack of drive
Same people who'll deface you
Won't face you they'd rather hide
Spreading false tales like bards
While drunk and high
When sober they'd tuck tail
And couldn't remember why
Tried to go to sleep
Twelve hours after the noon
But couldn't help to notice
Screaming from the other room
Went out to find peace
In the cover of the moon
A man followed
Bragging 'bout his brother sharing poon
He asked me for a blunt
I told him I'd have it soon
As I walk downstairs
I caught a whiff of perfume
That's when I'd seen her walking
A beauty that'd make you swoon
Then I realized she just got tossed by two goons
Damn
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
Month one
Smoke on the daily but not for fun
I'm tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun
Plus I got a tool, but haven't told anyone
So if someone's acting petty they won't be ready to run
Took my father's whip
Thinking to myself don't slip
Then caught a flat tire four fifths of the way on my trip
My phone started ringing
My pops he was screaming 'bout my grades oh shit
Month two
Really start f*cking with homie Zues
Still haven't gone to class
The academic recluse
But I needed cash my parents said they were through
Plus if they knew I smoked
I'd probably go hungry too
Trading english papers and twenties for now will do
Though somethings got to move
For this sitch, I'm in to improve
Hanging with the crew
I ain't really in the mood
But Jaz called talking 'bout a party with some food
Month three we decided to flip a pack
Take a hound south and bring the merchandise back
Made the trip twice the second just wasn't laxed
The homies peeped a garage with thirty birds in the back
Doubled back
Then we talked about the house we was at
The rumors said it's a fed's so we took it as fact
It wasn't that we were scared
We just knew how to act
Plus it could've been a sting
Who'd want to get caught in that
Month four
Niggas start knocking all on my door
I'm like the lowest bidder
Prescriptions you can afford
For every ten I sell
I'm making another four
I give the homie twelve
He helped me get in the door
Watching for the twelve
Cuz I'm who they lookin' for
When women give me hell
I think back on day four
I called it so well it's what I pushed my fate towards
If life's a game of spades I can finally make board
Month five
Finals arrive and I was shook
Attendance almost zero
It wouldn't be overlooked
Zues told me how the homies plans were undercooked
Them niggas hit the lick we skipped and got booked
Forty years all over a suicide mission
I'll be fifty-eight when them niggas get out of prison
Whether by luck or fate
I could've been in the system
And underneath that weight
Decided to stop whipping
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
So they wonder what I do
FSU, FSU, FSU
I never go to class
'Cause I'm always on the move
Writer: George Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid