“My Passport’s in my locker” I whisper-yell to my friend

And I forgot my phone there so I can’t receive and send

But I remembered my DS so I can play this rockin game

Even though PSP fans say my old DS is lame

 

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My Passport

       

“My Passport’s in my locker” I whisper-yell to my friend

And I forgot my phone there so I can’t receive and send

But I remembered my DS so I can play this rockin game

Even though PSP fans say my old DS is lame

It’s better than me trying to listen to the teacher talk

About why history matters while writing it out with chalk.

Those teachers they just don’t know really anything

So to them I dedicate this song I’m going to sing

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the closing of their lids

My head in my shoulder and behind the other kids

The teacher looks right past me and the sleeping he forbids

And he keeps talking on

I drink energy because I lost all my own

The teacher says words but I just hear a drone

I’m sleep-staring at that one girl I barely know her name

She texted she didn’t like me but I love her all the same

I try to impress her when I steal her drawstring bag

Or when I won’t stand when we salute the flag

Or when I post on facebook making fun of my buds

Or when I show up late for class like I’m a real hot stud

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the hotties that I see

I try to make them notice that they probably want me

The teacher looks right past me and the texting on my knee

And he keeps talking on