(ft. Busta Rhymes)

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 im sittin lovely off in wonderland with Alice
With purple people passin me at the catapillar’s chalice
Ha ha, you probably thinking im 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!

Chorus
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 cant 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 im about securing the wind
I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction
Cause im 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 its odd
Because you can’t really do nuttin to me unless you GOD
But bein that none of you aint him….you can’t fuucck with me now watch me erase them
Now trust me see im so determined
im 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 shiiit 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

Chorus
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

Travis

Look mom no hands
Yer little boys a man
Everything you said is finally settin in
Trainin wheels fell off and I kept peddling
Now im ridin wheelies on this industry
Say the word I’ll ghostride this bittcch 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 shiitt
I Was Brooklyn broke but now im upstate rich
Gettin brains from two dames with French accents
Now I mess with local chicks I get em upstate shiiit
You prob thinking im 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 cant 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
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