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lt Go behind the scenes of this video at http://youtu.be/bD1_j_bIMFU LYRICS Gym Class Heroes Cool and Dre (this is) You silly for this one It's Travie (why you doin this to me) I started rappin back in the class Scribbling tracks In hopes that one of my jokes Would have the pretty young things laughin The chubby little bastard With a nack for little debbies snacks But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion No advance and plus we make it happen Your conscience more obnoxious Then that laughy Taffy snappin Goodbye yesterdays rags Hello high fashion Hands before you's a man That built a castle with sand With no regards for tidelwaves And finally established Til the water comes in gallon drums And wipes away my palace But now I'm sittin lovely off In wonderland with Alice With purple people passin me At the catapillar's chalice Ha ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong right? Like I should quit Writing these songs right? Tell you what do it better I just might Take it back to 86 You wanna lick, sike! Don't let the TV mislead you Me and you dude we are not equal Fuck you this is for my people Fuck you this is for my people Don't try to hide like I can't see you Your parents must've been trans And so see through Fuck you this is for my people Fuck you this is for my people Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down [Busta Rhymes] Before I utter words And before I start to begin Let me make sure you clear I'm about securing the wind I puzzle up my words While I piece another concoction Cause I'm stubborn with the thought That failure was never an option I grinds like a carpenter Until my caleceous's bleed With the passion from my heart To the many mouths that I feed That's why I look at most of you Stupid I know it's odd Because you can't really do Nuttin to me unless you GOD But bein that none of you aint him You can't fuck with me Now watch me erase them Now trust me see I'm so determined I'm walkin through the heap of gauntlets While the fire is burnin Or how the tires Turning on the rim of the V I laugh and shake it off The shit they be doin to me Wit all the yappin and talking And so and so think That you can ever stop the kid OH NO So if you get in my way you know yer done son You best believe what I say you better run son Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones You better kneel down And pray cause where I come from We goin hard everyday that's how the fights won Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Look mom no hands (no hands) Yer little boys a man (goddamn) Everything you said is finally settin in Trainin wheels fell off and I kept peddling Now I'm ridin wheelies on this industry Say the word I'll ghostride This bitch instantly Good lookin pop on the strength that you givin me Wasn't for you Gym Class would be history I'm on my upstate shit I Was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich Gettin brains from two dames with French accents Now I mess with local chicks I get em upstate shit You prob thinking I'm wrong right? Like I should quit writtin these songs right? Tell you what do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you want a lick, sike! Now it's a lot of yall that can't stand me Cause my resembelance to prince is uncanny But fuck you this is for my family Fuck you this is for my family Upstate new york to Miami Up late recording in my jammies I do it for my family Fuck you this is for my family Put up your peace sign, put your index down