Chillin’ in class with the highly under-motivated,
With nothin’ on their minds but textin’ and procreation,
Lacking in manners that are all but basic,
Face it, I fear for the future of this nation.
It’s crazy, when people are so lazy,
The only work they wanna do involves makin’ babies.
If America fails, please, somebody save me,
‘Cause I don’t wanna live my life off of “maybes”…
Chillin’ in class with the highly under-motivated
Nothin’ on their minds but textin’ and procreation
Narcotics, liquor, and sex for recreation
Let’s face it, I fear for the future of this nation
I just find it amazing, amazing
Observing the eccentrics of lazy, lazy
Living by that F you, pay me, pay me
All want to push that Mercedes, save me
Constantly wondering if it’ll be me next
I sit around andwatch, going, “W-T-F!”
Time moves forward, the generation starts to regress
Until America becomes the laughing stock of rejects…
Chillin’ in class with the highly under-motivated
Nothin’ on their minds but textin’ and procreation
Pride, leadin’ to false emancipation
Let’s face it, I fear for the future of this nation…