Oh I´m not even qualified to tell you.
How you joke as I speak
my accent´s broke and my attitude reeks.
Just a little game with our foreign teacher.
Oh I´d love to really reach you.
How the troublesome in you woke.
Trying to implicate me as a freak
trying to see if I´d choke.
With your brazen cheek!
With this bag of bread I´ve left on the street,
Explaining to you while you poke fun.
Now my bag of bread is half soaked
I´m hard done.(by)
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