Macklemore - Remember High School lyrics

Yo, remember high school?
With that dude who thought he was so cool
Walking around like everybody
Should know who, he is
Like he was some superstar in the biz
Just because he had a Japanese
Car and some rims it's silly ain't it?
It goes to show how tainted
Cause these hoes jocked him like he
Was somebody who supposedly made it
And I'm not hating man, the dude was my boy
But, I watched girl after girl
Get their world destroyed
Now when a squirrels a squirrel and
A nut is a nut and I seen a lot of girls
Cut so they could get stuffed
Or at least be cool in
The high school soap opera
Cause kids do anything to be popular
Guys get their hair cut so girls can jock ya
But, if girls get with guys


Their known as a trick
But, if a dude does the same shit
He's known as a pimp and the question is: Is
There really a difference?

Remember that girl in high school
That everyone wanted to hit?
She wore them dresses with the bestest
Breasteses the size of Texas
And she was the queen of
Estrogen, White, Black, Puerto Rican
And Mexican
And she sat next to you in third period
She powdered her face but her
Skin had no flaws her tit's looked like she
Wore three wonderbras
Thank God for that math book you
Put on your lap to
Cover up your jeans when your dick got hard
I mean she was amazing I'm not playing
You were like 14 but she was still the
Kind of girl you wanted a baby with
And I could tell the way that
She would rock them pants
That a lot of dudes hit it
But she wanted a chance you talked to her
But she gave you the shoulder
She was the type of girl
That was cold as Boulder
She'd only mess with ya if you drove a Rover
What I push? Well fuck it
Let's just say a bucket oK
Anyway one day I rocked a show
And I see her right there chilling
Up in the front row
Next time I go to my math
Class for sho' she's talking about
"Hey yo bro, I didn't know that you flowed
Hey yo what's up with that CD? Maybe
We could eat lunch after PE
Ah hee hee hee hee hee"
If it's the mic you rock, the car you got
The 3-pointer you shot that get's the
Girl then she's probably a breezy

Remember high school with that
Girl you can't remember? (Who?)
The one that never stuck out
She kind of looked like whatever
Kinda nerdy, never came to the parties
She went home after school and
Never really chilled with nobody
She was in one of your classes
And used to wear glasses
With braces that accented her pimples
That weren't really attractive
But she was good in Spanish and
Let you cheat off her answers
But when you'd see her in the hall
You would walk right past her
You acted like a bastard and
Never treated her right
Cause her body wasn't buckling and
Her face wasn't tight well guess what
See that beautiful girl with the big butt
Standing at the incense shop reading
The poetry that she writes
That's her oh hell nah, I know that's not her
Wait minus the pimples, the braces
And a lot less nerd
Take off the overalls and
The baggy sweatshirt
Yeah there she is, reading about her words
Shit, man I'mma go spit some game
Wait I see some resemblance from like
Way back in the day
I rememeber that girl that only
Liked me cause I rhymed
And now I'm really only talking to
This girl cause she looks fine
Back when she was normal I
Wouldn't give her my time shit that's crazy
I kinda feel sleezy
If I could flip the scenario
I'm the same as these hoes
Kinda like the male version of a breezy