Charlie Curtis-Beard - A.P. lyrics

Listen up y'all
I'm y'all substitute teacher Mr garvey
I taught school for 20 years
In the inner city
So don't even think about messing with me!
Y'all feel me?

Duh dun na na na na na
Duh na na nuh nuh nuh duh na na na
Duh dun na na na na na
Duh na na nuh nuh nuh duh dna na na

Welcome to basics
It's Advanced disPlacement
While teachers test my patience
I'm on my way to graduation i make it
I'm Childish rap, write, sing so Childish
My mind's almost out of milage battery
Vroom vroom cHARGE CHARGE
Exilement you see me walking the plank
Take a swim before we sank
Say praise the lord to the saints
Sweater vest to bro tanks and give thanks
Swim with sharks shoot on stars
Dream with every animal on Noah's Ark
And take heart on your mark
And I'm out!
Outlasted and Outcasted by cowards in
A cast of pretentious did I not mention I'm
Not on honorable mention believe in fiction
Don't cuss don't believe in luck
No kiss-up or punk-fake rapper
So I'm different? I must be new to this!

Now If you're in a displacement
Sick of looking at fake faces
Put your hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up if you're higher than your GPA and
Feel no escape then you
Put your hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up punching cliques, punching times
Punching dudes
With their hands on their dicks
You put your hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up if you're sick of it
Sick of it hold up and take a minute
To put you're hands up, hands up, hands up
(Take Time)

These words are more than a feeling
It's true to me
Listen to a heart made symphony
Listen to my mind playing tricks on me
Listen to a love for a generation
It's amazing it's so basic
I can feel it in my heartbeat
I can feel it when my heart beats
I can feel it when I have epiphanies
I'm listening i wish I were a special thing
Write down my equalities no apology?
No follow me? No prodigy?
No loving me? Displaced can't get away
In a dead end, in a space no personality?
No fantasy? Just reality?
Welcome to Advanced disPlacement
Where kids test my patience
On my way to better places
I don't think I'll freaking make it
I'm holding on i'm holding on
To dreams of nothing want to be something
I must be new to this

Now if you're feeling less than nothing
But you wanna be something
Then you put you're hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
If all you do in your free-time is
Wish for something better than this
You put your hands up, hands up, hands up
I got it, you got it, we got it
We can do this
You put your hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up if you're sick of it
Sick of it hold up and take a minute
To put you're hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up

If you feel good put your hands up
Woahkay woahkay woahkay
Woahkay woahkay woahkay woahkay!