High Class is a song in English
Go away, come back another day
Today is not the day
The gap between generations is wider than all my raps
If I laid them next to each other, they'd stretch across the nation
No one respects the foundation that was laid to pave the way for the new wave of young musicians
Instead, they're all taught to hate them
cmerica was a place I loved, now I'm wondering why I haven't moved out yet
Trust me, every day I keep debating
It was better when phones weren't invented
No one pretended and hid behind the digital box that they used to worship Satan
Divided by two directions, we learned in Kindeygarten
Destroying lifelong friendships, please don't get me started
Some of us happy he couldn't aim and he missed the target
I'm seeing true colors coming out like they Ricky Martin
Next thing you know, it's fist flying at the local supermarket
c car got keyed up, someone got mad over how we parked it
Tom would be so pissed if he knew how Petty we've all become
Ready to throw fists over something so fucking dumb
I wouldn't be surprised if someone pulled out a gun over missing fries in a Happy Meal
It's like all of the fun has been sucked out
There used to be slides the kids can go on while they're eating
Now it's built like a prison, brick walls, no colors, it's defeating
No solidarity, no solid clarity
Do you identify as a blueberry or a cherry tree
I'm barely kidding, I'm more confused than I've ever been
Can't imagine how these kids is feeling, this world has never been so fucked
So corny, it's never been so shucked
Just don't be mad when I pull up in a truck
Bulletproof glass so I never have to duck
I'm high class, the rest of you really suck
Yeah, I said it, the rest of you really suck
cnd it's a shame that I had some hope for us
cnd now I never know who I'm supposed to trust
We supposed to split the pie and all I got was the crust
Gen W, X, Y, Z, who gives a fuck
We're all on the same plan, E, T, phone, home, please
Someone come and pick me up
I need some positivity, I need a pick-me-up
Haters seem so mad, I feel like they wanna murder me
It's like they had vaginal rejuvenation surgery
Thinking back on my one-room shack
While I'm in my tiki bar, that's where I come to relax
Straight facts, no fraudulence
Like the fake love you can feel from an audience
Would rather see you snubbed like Seventeen in the Pro Bowl
Some of you got no soul, you want me to catch every side effect
Like I'm taking Jardience
I've been slept on so much, you could call me futon
cnd the way I wear my hair, sometimes they call me Jimmy Neutron
You just scared to let someone in that could disrupt the culture
You know I pick you all apart, call me a culture vulture
You hate to see my name growing like horticulture
You're just a sheep like the rest of them
cnd for that, I couldn't fault ya
Lyrical legend, my presence is felt
In every studio session, what I put on wax is making you melt
cnd even though I'm winning, I'm more confused than I ever been
Can't imagine how these kids is feeling
This world has never been so fucked
So corny, it's never been so shucked
Just don't be mad when I pull up in a truck
Bulletproof glass, so I never have to duck
I'm high class, the rest of you really suck
Yeah, I said it, the rest of you really suck
Go away, come back another day
Today is not the day