Letra:
This is for the class of 2001
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
And no I'd never go thru it again
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years (and)
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
I useta hate teachers callin' my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
I'd be sleepin' in the back of the class
when the bullshit we'd be learnin' wasn't comin' too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin' the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That's ill yo - I call u Mr (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that's called the ruggy ruggy
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
In my locker had pictures of my cousins & my moms
Didn't know nuthin' bout computers
Now I gots my dotcoms
In a bizness where the rats've got control of the race
I keeps my eyes on my papes
I useta never use the breaks
Like autographs up in the yearbook w/ the old cliches - hey yo
Keep in touch this summer
Yo the call never came
ya things'll be the same'
C'mon they never be the same
Now we all up in the highway goin' separate ways
(bridge)
And if my train falls off the track
Tarsha Vega spring forward yo I don't fall back
Original not wack watch me jet to Mars
Put me shuttle to the medal when I chill with the stars
Hey kids u best ta learn to make the most of yo trip
Next you're workin' for the man
Me I'm workin' for hits
yo the years'll go by
So make the most of yo days
Like Ben Folds say "I'm thinkin' a lot today!"
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
And no I'd never go thru it again
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years (and)
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
I useta hate teachers callin' my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
I'd be sleepin' in the back of the class
when the bullshit we'd be learnin' wasn't comin' too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin' the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That's ill yo - I call u Mr (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that's called the ruggy ruggy
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
In my locker had pictures of my cousins & my moms
Didn't know nuthin' bout computers
Now I gots my dotcoms
In a bizness where the rats've got control of the race
I keeps my eyes on my papes
I useta never use the breaks
Like autographs up in the yearbook w/ the old cliches - hey yo
Keep in touch this summer
Yo the call never came
ya things'll be the same'
C'mon they never be the same
Now we all up in the highway goin' separate ways
(bridge)
And if my train falls off the track
Tarsha Vega spring forward yo I don't fall back
Original not wack watch me jet to Mars
Put me shuttle to the medal when I chill with the stars
Hey kids u best ta learn to make the most of yo trip
Next you're workin' for the man
Me I'm workin' for hits
yo the years'll go by
So make the most of yo days
Like Ben Folds say "I'm thinkin' a lot today!"
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
