Cut class

It was gang over love, that was us I remember we would cut class, my teachers used to hate me The only reason that I did that was to keep from goin' crazy

You said Let's cut class today and go somewhere far away Let’s keep it a secret just between the two of us

A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs Like they did somethin' to me personally Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (Sniff it!)

I'm talkin' very lucid, like makin' movies To picture my life boy, you need a higher resolution I used to cut class in the day, then run away at night But now I'm ruler of the upper class and I don't even write

Surely someday that movie I saw with you will play again We cut class early and went together You started crying during a sad scene

Walking true, never knew how to do high school But I always studied hard, never played the fool Except the times that we cut class and I ditched school too Meet at my girlfriends house or catch Bus Number 2

No face, no case, been wit' the shit Hopped out broad day then emptied clips Cut class cause it wasn't 'bout cash School wasn't no fun, couldn't bring my gun

Can't fit nothin in her pockets she got too much ass like goddamn Well if you must ask We from the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass

We outside because my momma in the house Puff, puff pass with your bitch ass Back in high school smoke weed when I cut class

But when it came to me, she had a thing for me When we kicked it she roll up the weed for me And we'd both cut class post up in the cut steady Watchin' just to see if the police comin'

"I fuckin' ran out of breath" Used to cut class and gut blunts Never gave a fuck 'cause i'm fuckless

Young Ferris Bueller Motherfuck a tutor Cut class, gut blunts That's what we do, yuh

I was the first one with Girbauds I was in class with all my foes So I cut class like twice a week But I knew Jesus since a youngin'

Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class Bruise from your ear to your mustache

Speak ill of you, but I don't care what they say JUN, if we cut class Let me ride behind you on your motorcycle

I used to be new (Be new) Just like you told me, that time in school We could cut class (We could cut class) We could hold hands (We could hold hands)

You say you can't wait for September Askin' me if I remember How we used to cut class And hang behind the bike sheds

Swiss, beadle, sacristan, Without latin, without latin, Will cut churchcut class", we have this funny expression : "faire l'école buissonnière", litterally "to go to the school of bushes". Here, Brassens plays with the expression (like he often does) : "faire ...

No time until dusk I'm going to cut class Still 3 hours left to go