Lyrics:
girl from college I always think about her when the leaves turn orange Yeah, we went to Wesleyan and she scoffed at Vassar I met her at a wine
of pricks. They're the gods of what was independent rock And now is vaguely refined hogwash that I mock. Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree. Legs
cliches But push up your horn rimmed glasses take a look at yourself, in the mirror You're just like everybody else Wesleyan Rejects getting off
different specimen Ballin on these niggas like I went to Texas Wesleyan He mad bout his girl Shit how he wanna settle it Don’t address me lil nigga Go
now, Wesleyan where's our crown Point me to the crown jack, Yes I'm coming to take my style back
that's my secant Talk about the fungi Yeah, she know I'm peakin' Lied to her face, she ask why you Christian Wesleyan, thespian, you pedestrian (Yeah) God
Papa live trap honey crack money paid for Wesleyan But what I claim Is what came for staying in my lane and causing uproar Wilding my fam on my world
horse pisses on the lawn My horse went to school at Wesleyan My horse is scared of fitting in My horse is afraid of cactuses My horse never practices My
neck Hoping I won't get a heat stroke I be a bulldog, I'm going to Wesleyan Streets so cold, like who are you testing My name McKinney, cause I am
dicky, blast off Vicky-Vicky Vazquez Ask this kid no questions All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson Wesleyan, no lessons learned Confession burn
bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan See me at a poetry slam in like '97 Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding Totally shredding Hoping you get it,
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