Straight Outta St. Mary's

Lyrics

[Hook] I'm out of here my friends Send me a postcard or two Straight outta St. Mary's I guess Philadelphia I'm coming to you [Verse 1] Check it out The things I've learned, they haven't changed I came to school and put my name On every single test that they ever gave I never was one to believe in grades But I never talk down to professors They already have so many stressors Like books, apples, and student teachers The chalk breaks off and the blackboard screeches I can't complain though I'm not ashamed yo I play my teachers like a motherfucking game yo You do the same yo Well that's cool I got into school just to get out of school But now my parents pay the tuition bill And all I can do is sit here and chill And thank them for all the love they've shown Imma pay you all back when my ass is grown It's obvious my English ain't quite fixed yet Cause I still use double negatives But it's only in rap, so it ain't that bad My pops knows I rap he ain't that mad He's kinda glad My moms is too She always knew I would grow up to do something stu-pid And then get paid for it I sure do rap, but I ain't no poet [Hook] I'm out of here my friends Send me a postcard or two Straight outta St. Mary's I guess Philadelphia I'm coming to you [Verse 2] This is number two Understand me please I love St. Mary's I love my friends, I love Seth, I got all I need All I could ever want. [I ain't gonna front?] This town's way too small to have great big fun And I know, you all understand me though We got great big futures in Idaho Up in Baltimore with the new [???] And we ain't gonna lose, this is evening news On your television, we got omission We have a vision, we make decisions No more revision on stupid papers I'm a one draft man, and I get my payment I make my statements, without my patience I write so fast that my wrist is aching Not from masturbation, but paper chasing With a pen and a pad and imagination I leave my basement, a place of safety A place I love to write rhymes all day see I'm not amazing, but I am oppressive Most of my old shit will toast your records I'm boasting reckless, and that's not me Listen to the chorus, then verse 3 I'll get back to the quandary in SNT Cross your fingers that I make it to Philly in one piece [Hook] I'm out of here my friends Send me a postcard or two Straight outta St. Mary's I guess Philadelphia I'm coming to you [Verse 3] Verse 3 Back with a fresh confession I apologise for shooting my professor It was just on record, I was messing Around on track 1, and I don't have a gun But please, listen to me If I don't get a D it will be your own reality Your worst nightmare comes true to the fullest A tall white boy with a gun and he'll use it He'll abuse it, he won't hesitate to pull it, cock it to the fullest And keep throwing bullets Big lads with mullets Are all I see I'm in the days now, I need to leave SMC Geez, am I asleep or awake? I'm driving my car, but I can't use the brake Popo in the mirror, and there's blood on my hands It's obvious I killed that little French man Shit [Hook] I'm out of here my friends Send me a postcard or two Straight outta St. Mary's I guess Philadelphia I'm coming to you [Hook outro] Looks like I'm in big trouble Popo's tryna chase me down Better fill my [explorer?] And do my best to get the fuck out of town [Outro] (No instrumental) I'm out of here my friends Send me a postcard or two Straight outta St. Mary's I guess Philadelphia I'm coming to you