Well I don't really know what I've done
But they tell me its 4:21
And the snakes are all shedding their light
While I stockpile secrets
Alone in my darkness
I'm searching the crowd for a smile
But there are no pretty girls in style
In the 9th grade of hell where I'm from
There are no pretty girls, how come?
For the state of the union address
You'll be dressin' him up for the press
They'll be pressin' him up to confess
That the state of the union's a mess
And the point is
He's searching the crowd for a smile
But there are no pretty girls in style
In the 9th grade of hell where he's from
There are no pretty girls, how come?
There's a man overboard underneath
That don't shut up oddly enough he can't speak
That's not enough
Melody might spring a leak they can't shut off
A ship slowly sinking at sea we self destruct
Well they came in the dead of the night
And they looked to be looking to fight
So I challenged the lead to the line
And he broke me like glass
As he passed into presently
Searching the crowd for a smile
But there are no pretty girls in style
In the 9th grade of hell where he's from
There are no pretty girls, how come?
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Albert Goodman, Radric Delantic Davis, Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Ernest Anthony Price, Walter Lee Morris, Harry Ray, William Anthony Brown, Venus Edwina Dodson, Jonathan Robert Williams
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