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good morning class - mr. martinezzz lyrics

[verse 1: mr. martinezzz]
smoking up weed in the morning
f*ck another b*tch in the morning
testosterone peaking
when i’m pumping iron in the morning
woke up, in my dirty car my with ratchet b*tches
this one from jersey, maybe steal her, put her in my kitchen
my polo shirts got missing b*ttons, lighter in my hand
maybe smoke another one, until eyes are red
these oakleys cover up the damage i’m about to do
it aids the pain i get from teaching f*cking hisghscool

[chorus: man bun jesus]
f*ck a beat, my boyfriend left and he ain’t coming back
when you take your f*cking seat you better say “good morning class”
b*tch you got a pencil? you know i don’t teach f*ckin math
when you take your f*cking seat you better say “good morning class”

[verse 2: man bun jesus]
i’m a f*cking english teacher
i get 10 bands for a feature
martinez got me on the track
so f*ckboys better steer clear
my jesus hair is flowin
my jordan’s cover my steps
my verses go so hard
it gets your f*cking girlfriend wet
i burned the closet down when i was in the 7th grade
these boys, they know i ain’t a chaser just stalk my prey
my vegan bones they got me running out with super speed
and i’m a man of god so imma come and smoke this weed
my speech impeccable and you know it no f*cking debate
that flag is in the corner, sh*t shows that i’m proud to be g*y
you got a problem, i’ll kick you whiny ass
but if you don’t say good morning
then just know your f*cking place trash
[chorus: man bun jesus]
f*ck a beat, my boyfriend left and he ain’t coming back
when you take your f*cking seat you better say “good morning class”
b*tch you got a pencil? you know i don’t teach f*ckin math
when you take your f*cking seat you better say “good morning class”

[verse 3: mr. martinezzz}
i f*cking hate these kids, these b*tches don’t mean sh*t to me
a fifth inside my drawer, those kids are why i still f*cking drink
alright gang, it’s time to get this sh*t goin
i wanna get on home get my b*tch to start with the blowin
f*ck a test, fail my students if they sh*t on me
i’m too high up to to give a f*ck you little f*cking p*ssy
i’m a college grad, b*tch i got bachelor’s degree
majored in the streets and now preach until 2:15
dr. schwartz, imma just bring the strap
cause i’d rather dead, then to come to f*cking class

- mr martinezzz lyrics

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