Spose: Oh snap, it's like 'Glee' in here...We smoked it All Volume 2
You're gonna be popular, I'll help you be popular...etc
Spose:
Yo, I can't front dude I wanted to be popular
Scrawny with no ladies on me lurkin' where the lockers where
Like, what I gotta do to be the topic of the gossipers?
To get all eyes on me like I was binoculars
Pops had me raised on computer, I was nerdy
Popularity holy as football jerseys
Which I didn't wear, dandruff in my hair
No exactly the prescription to get chickens gettin' bare
And acne I wasn't exempt
I had dots on my face lookin' like assassination attempts
But now let me give you the history
Of how they went from dissin' me to kissin' me to missin' me
Despite all my deficiencies
I started rhyming daily in my freshman year
And by the time I graduated I was the best of my peers
So I pulled into the parking lot late for my exam
With the bass loud enough to make the deaf chick glance
Cam Groves:
Ill take you back as the minute hand goes
It's the same Cam Groves in my name brand clothes
Only back then, I wore them even bigger
I was just a little wigger in my Tommy Hilfiger (Holla)
Had an older sister so I never got my ass kicked
Backwards cap like my hat did a backflip
Before I knew about girls and their drama
I remember spinnin' bottles with a Sara or a Shawna
Or a Jackie, before the acne
Trying to get the fastest lap speed at the track meet
Before I had these of the mainstream
Working on my jump shot trying to make the A-team (swoosh)
At the movies with the cuties just to hold hands
Kept my hands low and stepped into a slow dance
Oh man being cool I really wanted it
Even back in high school I knew I was gonna get
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