So I'm majoring in music, a minor here in broke
I'm sittin' through these lessons that I already know
Don't know when I'mma use this, the work is just for show
When I get out I will surely make some dough.
Graduation comes and I'm lookin' for a job
Twelve months pass, yeah I'm livin' with my mom
And these problem student loans are costin' me a leg and arm
Now I'm stuck here working for a golden arch
I'm just a ringer,
I'm just a ringer.
American ringer
I'm just a ringer
Hey O
I know my presence is a day old,
But I did everything you say, so
I want my office on a skateboard.
Oakland, Oakland, there's nowhere to go, man
HR, DC, it's my right to attend
I don't mean to offend, your vicodin has no
(?),
You don't have no options when they out there selling
(?)
Keep the students in a prison, keep the
(?)
Influence
(?) the lies and counter ex-grow
(?) but we should never S/O, If I ain't got no pocket pistol I'm pissin' on your
(?)
I'm just a ringer,
I'm just a ringer.
American ringer
I'm just a ringer
Hey O
I know my presence is a day old,
But I did everything you say, so
I want my office on a skateboard.
I know my presence is a day old,
But I did everything you say, so
I want my office on a skateboard.
Writer(s): Andrei Busuioceanu, Marcus Parham, Pierre Desrosiers
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