Woke up, got down, now I'm feeling like death I can't listen to a word you just said Broken heart's all of me, they're stuck in my chest And it's all for you Woke up, got down, now I'm feeling like death I can't listen to a word you just said Broken heart's all of me, they're stuck in my chest And it's all for you And she held my hand, but I am dreaming She's with another man, girl I am lost And I don't understand why you left me like that I don't understand why you left me like that Woke up, got down, now I'm feeling like death I can't listen to a word you just said Broken heart's all of me, they're stuck in my chest And it's all for you Woke up, got down, now I'm feeling like death I can't listen to a word you just said Broken heart's all of me, they're stuck in my chest And it's all for you And she held my hand, but I am dreaming She's with another man, girl I am lost And I don't understand why you left me like that I don't understand why you left me like that Woke up, got down, now I'm feeling like death I can't listen to a word you just said Broken heart's all of me, they're stuck in my chest And it's all for you

Charlie Bartlett, John Bender Class Switcher, Time Bender Chance Bennett a peculiar name Graduation night teachers Ferris Bueller'd my name You made a mixtape? Good job, I hope you get a good job We was all outcasts only listened to Good Mob I performed at fun fair Fun fact, I'm never going back to school Been there, done that They see my little 10 Day tape and my dumb raps Don't call it impossible, if you really want that They send my ass to summer school, don't call it a comeback I just came to beat a bully's ass and get my lunch back Chano y tequila you know you know you don't want that I rap my songs in Spanglish I wrap my weed in blunt wraps Wrapped up in this one line I hope that shit get unwrapped As if niggas was getting signed off of a line off one rap Yo Vic, remember when they called us some freshmen niggas rapping? Now I ain't gonna be a freshman and I'm rapping I should've learned a lesson from all of this shit happening I just look over to Justin for refreshments of the Captain It's sipping when it's weak sauce, it's shots if it's cracking Sip it when we tear up, and chug it if we laughing Fuck it if we're fucked up I never thought of Chatham Until the day they said I would have to chat without 'em And I'm just in the studio hoping that it sounds right Here's a brighter bulb for your limelight And this is your night, homie, shine bright This for everybody's fucking Prom Night And it's alright And it's ok And we're all good We're with homies Any problems, you can call us It's all love, it's all love And it's alright And it's ok And we're all good We're with homies Any problems, you can call us It's all love, it's all love Uh, yo this prom shit feel like the Grammy's yo These pictures Granny took gonna make me ask where'd Granny go So pass the Sanyo to Auntie Jo and Snap a couple candid's of the family Get some cameos You can change the clocks but you can't change hours I'm waiting on the day, Spring can't bring flowers Let me ask for minutes from dad for those campaign hours And pour these thirsty hoes a couple champagne showers And hop up in that limo, the hood going dummy The hood fucking love me, the hood think we lovely So go and pop some bubbly, this right here's to loyalty This to a moment's glimpse at royalty This is for my momma Jan who spoiled me Look what we've accomplished Time flies, watches look like magnets on a compass Before we dip, Gladys said a prayer over the limo Bumping 10 Day with the Angels with Jesus shopping my demo And rode up out of Chatham, the whole hood clapping And damn it would be crazy if any of this shit had happened But it didn't, I missed prom, I missed it to spin I did a show at AKIN and I would do it again 'Cause it's alright And it's ok And we're all good We're with homies Any problems, you can call us It's all love, it's all love And it's alright And it's ok And we're all good We're with homies Any problems, you can call us It's all love, it's all love, uh Look at, look at your business tux, all night airplane Go and get your racist on, all white everything I'm on my paper now, put that on my heading I ain't even write this down I don't write errthing I know y'all don't like everything She want a night she can call her wedding Giving Eskimo kisses, with some Eskimo bitches Nose diving, going all night sledding Coked out like "don't change when you grow up I hope you get some change when you blow up" Cause honestly I've always loved the way you could throw up Rest up on my shoulder, float up flying lotus "You deserve a warm towel, you deserve a soda You deserve a quiet room, you deserve a sofa You deserve a Ferrari and a matching tiara And a hand to wipe away all that running mascara" But I, I want to thank you for this Prom Night Thank you for this Prom Night Thank you for this Prom Night I really enjoyed my Prom Night It's alright And it's ok And we're all good We're with homies Any problems, you can call us It's all love, it's all love So good, so right Hey baby (ooh!) So good, so right You know it feels so good, (oh!) So good, so right (I feel so good, ah-uh!) To be with you tonight (ah-uh!) So good, so right To be with you tonight So good, so right To be with you tonight

To the freedom fighters To the Everest climbers To the castaways To the midnight riders To the spark igniters I am on my way Let it be said And let it be known He who is free is never alone The path before us The world behind us I'll wait for you there I am on my way I am on my way To the lost ark raiders To the lion tamers To the stowaway To the white tide chaser To the black flag raiser I'm on my way Let it be said And let it be known He who is free is never alone The path before us The world behind us I'll wait for you there I am on my way I am on my way I am on my way I am on my way There's a song that sailors know Lost, alone and far from home Golden galions, golden guns To find a place under the sun There's a song on the Sahara wind That lifts you to your feet again That dances on the clockwork stars That pulses through a beating heart (I am on my way) There's a song that sailors know Lost, alone and far from home I am on my way Golden galions, golden guns To find a place under the sun I am on my way There's a song on the Sahara wind That lifts you to your feet again I am on my way That dances on the clockwork stars That pulses through a beating heart I am on my way

A computer is an educational device It is in fact a direct reflection of Your own imagination, your own intelligence And once you're given the freedom in which to Create things and to see the immediate response on the screen Then it becomes a very enjoyable experience You go on to involve yourself in many other things It seems to be a very fantastic and hypnotic field Once you start you just can't stop It's something you can't explain To the question of What is all this micro computer and Computer business is going to do to our society The case is that we are humans and we are much Adaptable to our environment than the computer is to its own If you look at society as simply the collective contribution of Millions of human beings Who carrying themselves certain power and influence and emotion And every time you turn the switch off Of one of those persons, you dampen the globe It's the fundamental question of whether the society is going to find A way to make itself as rich and as powerful, And if you will as beautiful, as it potentially it can be Go on like adventures, you gotta be people, and all of this It's sort like, an adventure, a big adventure It's fun

Everything is clear in the rear view mirror The coast highway and the golden hour Only love Nothing was lost Everything fits when you tell your story The blurry portraits in the halls of former lovers Gone But nothing was lost You'll always be a part of me You gave me a song to sing Dancing in your room Innocent and true Elvis tattoo on your shoulder We'll know better when we're older You'll always be a part of me Some wounds will always sting Forever in full bloom Barely twenty two Summer days are growing colder We'll know better when we're older All of this was planned when the world was started The red blood hearts The final word was never said I'm tossing in my bed But everything is clear in the rear view mirror When nothing is left The lights of evening round us shine Pink and silver skies You'll always be a part of me You gave me a song to sing Dancing in your room Innocent and true Elvis tattoo on your shoulder We'll know better when we're older You'll always be a part of me Some wounds will always sting Forever in full bloom Barely twenty two Summer days are growing colder We'll know better when we're older