[Intro: GlynZell]
Ain’t nobody taking headphones out we just gone put em' back in
After Mr. Guthrie got bit he should prolly take a hint
Sick of administrators they need to just sit down
And they trippin if they think I finna take the headphones out, You
Know they trippin if they think I finna take this hood off
And they trippin if they think I finna take another L
This is what Imma tell, This is what Imma tell, uh
This is what I, This is what I-

[Chorus: GlynZell]
Screw Windermere, Windermere a hoe
Yes I’m back and y’all know how the story goes
Don’t make me get on the school’s trash food
I took one bite and it made me go “Oof”
On god I’m bout to box if y’all don’t start walking up them stairs
I was bouta eat some lunch and I found Guthrie’s long lost hair all up in it, Only thing these teachers do is kill our spirits
Everybody say they finna box but they ain’t box so they ain’t wit it
Stop it with the fake beef, y’all just want attention
Y’all don’t want no smoke on my name so please don’t mention it

[Verse 1: GlynZell]
If your headphones you can’t find them they got sacked then bet it’s this
Window washer having bald head its Mr Guthrie
It’s the bald head got more grease than a Big Mac, That’s probably what he ate cause it went straight to his chin and back
He expelling all the people that got their skin black
Don’t tell me take them headphones out, how about you take a tic tac

[Interlude]
Your breath stank, ha, ha, ha
Don’t tell me take them headphones out, how bout you take a tic tac

[Verse 2]
Why everyone in Band got a stick up their booty
What a bunch of snakes, bunch of fakes, can I get a break truly
Can y’all quit putting Flocab on the announcements, That dude trash, That dude is wack, That dude ain’t this and he ain’t that, That dude trash, That dude is wack
That dude ain’t this and he ain’t that

[Chorus: GlynZell]
Screw Windermere, Windermere a hoe
Yes I’m back and y’all know how the story goes
Don’t make me get on the school’s trash food
I took one bite and it made me go “Oof”
On god I’m bout to box if y’all don’t start walking up them stairs
I was bouta eat some lunch and I found Guthrie’s long lost hair
All up in it, Only thing these teachers do is kill our spirits
Everybody say they finna box but they ain’t box so they ain’t wit it
Stop it with the fake beef y’all just want attention
Y’all don’t want no smoke on my name so please don’t mention it

[Bridge: GlynZell]
Windermere yeah the school kinda garbage, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Part II: Lil province]
It’s lil province bitch! (Aye, yuh)
You really thought you was about to make a Windermere diss track and not include me? The fuck?! (That fake ass school)
Fuck everybody else, what y’all think bro?

[Chorus: Lil province & GlynZell]
I say fuck Windermere yeah the school kinda garbage, (Trash)
And the staff mental retarded
Fuck Windermere cause the school is kinda garbage
Imma take it over yeah they rolling out the carpet when I—
Fuck Windermere yeah the school is kinda garbage
And the staff mental retarded
Fuck Windermere cause the school is kinda garbage
Imma take it over yeah they rolling out the carpet when I

[Verse 3: Lil province]
Run up hit guth in the face, huh
Spray out the lyrics like mace, huh
You recommend to go brace, huh
Windermere fucking a waste, huh
They tryna file a case, huh
Did this so dirty
Do one little thing and go straight to 6-213
All the bells are broken you don’t know to go to class
And then you get caught by the staff and then they send you straight to pass
But you should run or do the dash
Because that’s bullshit from the ass
They should have given you a pass
But they won’t let you cover back
They don’t ever check the camera they just making some assumptions
Fuck that fat security Alex he big human combustion
I can see my damn reflection off of guthries damn bald head
And that bringle dude a faggot, Yuh he got a husband
Yuh that's gay, and they move out of the way, kids here talk shit
But they will not say it to your face
Mr. Bringle built like SpongeBob RoundPants
Guthrie like squidward
Who hired these teachers guess they looked pictures of big nerds
Locker room smell like booty cheeks, Nasty
Fuck Windermere, can I call an Uber taxi
If you are a minute late I'm sending you to pass B
Fuck this stupid policy and teachers think they track me
Every month we do a couple drills, Yuh this is wack G
Every single month we get another stupid gas leak
What's up with that gas is this school cook like rick and morty
Full of hoes and white ass shorties, Pussy give me where my forty
You a lame ass bitch, Run away, Like a fast man
They call me the Prince of Persia, like I'm Dastan
GlynZell hit me up he said you want room on the track
I said yeah I got you G just let me take a damn step back
And look at the school and what it’s worth
I ain’t see nothing but white whores, Riches and dirt
Guess all this schools worth is fucking stupid people in our world
I wish I could be homeschooled so I don't need to be twirled
Wait, yo, what the fuck, Why they randomly searching me
You ain’t even got a warrant this harassment most certainly
I ain’t even sign a permission slip for this
But I gotta get my mom to sign some shit for a field trip
That’s right they only do what they wanna do
I say I didn’t do they say who you talkin to
They give referrals out like ones at a strip club
Fuck Windermere I wish that shit would just give up, FUCK

[Chorus: GlynZell & Lil province]
Windermere yeah the school kinda garbage, yeah
(Wish that shit would just give up)
Windermere yeah the school kinda garbage, yeah
Windermere (yeah) the school kinda garbage, yeah
Windermere (yeah) the school kinda garbage, yeah