Sh*t you can't say to your teachers

I'd love you have you walk around instead of me

Take the notes and do what I do,

Yeah, you have already, and that's why you're in the front of the room

But you ought to do it again,

You ought to know you aren't the only class I have,

You ought to know I'm only here because

I have no choice but to sit through your drivel, 

and listen to your stupid tangents,

Damnit I hate your class,

But I'm going to be alright if I just pass

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