Sneaky, creepy
Money seeking
Always peeping
Fucking creeping
Batter on the downlow
So you think you’re always sneaking
What If I had told your mother
Her son was a cruel motherfucker
It’s not just me who thinks you're fucking ugly
When you come and hurt us, just so you can get your money
For stuff a lonely day, was being possessed by you
I tried to make you listen, but all you want is your way, right?
Cutting kids all day and night, prescription pills and all that fight
Shooting up the angels are claiming your the good guy
All you want is passion hype, fuck our dreams and that’s not right
The Principal, oh yeah, oh
It’s the Principal, it’s the Principal
Oh yeah, it’s the principal
Complicated, overrated
You’re fixated, I’m belated
By the separation in this place that you’ve created
Fuck all of your rules and
You shouldn’t even be on the sidelines
Can’t you see that we all had it?
If you’re not teaching and we’re not learning
Excuse me, how much are you earning?
I tried to make you listen, but all you want is your way, right?
Cutting kids all day and night, prescription pills and all that fight
Shooting up the angels are claiming your the good guy
All you want is passion hype, fuck our dreams and that’s not right
The Principal, oh yeah, oh
It’s the Principal, it’s the Principal
Oh yeah, it’s the principal
You don't know the pain that you are causing
Yeah, your actions hurt, so do your words
The more you try to fuck us over
We will be there yelling at your front door
I'm trying to make you listen but it’s your way, right?
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