Emilio Rojas - Charlie Brown Remix lyrics

[Intro] Lucy: Say Charlie Brown, I've got a football. How about practicing a few place kicks? Charlie Brown: You must think I'm stupid Lucy: Oh come on Charlie Brown Charlie Brown: No! Lucy: This time, you can trust me Charlie Brown: You just want me to come running up to kick that ball so you can pull it away and see me lie flat on my back and k** myself Just clap your hands to the beatbox Just clap your hands to the beat Just clap your hands to the beatbox Just clap your hands to the beat Just clap your hands to the beatbox Just clap your hands to the beat Just clap your hands to the beatbox Just clap your hands to the beat [Verse One: Jared Evan] I get up too late and I head to the cla**room I'm wondering why I'm wasting my time, losing my mind Every day at school, they all laugh at me They say “Charlie Brown, you're such a tragedy” Picking on me in the parking lot Just swallow your pride, don't cough it up [Hook] So I tell them hit the road, what you coming at me for? To all the people that hear me, you could win the fight But no matter where the wind blows, nothing ever goes my way, oh whoa No, they won't stop chasing me anyway, anyway And this black cloud follows me every day, every day But I won't be my own worst enemy, enemy And bring me down, I'm Charlie Brown [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] I was showing up for homeroom and skipping all my cla**es I miss religion, f**ing Crystal in the bathroom, she was screaming “Oh god” Saw that as a compromise, teacher said that I was smart as hell But I ain't wanna try, I ain't apply myself, lunch table by myself Broke in a rich school, they treated me like hired help I'm sitting down, thinking how to get these millions The dudes ain't f**ing with me ‘cause I'm hitting all they women I'm sitting in detention, reckless with affection I hit my Spanish teacher on the desk after a lesson (Ay papi) My white cla**mates, they used to laugh and call me Hector So I had to use my f**ing hand sk**s and check ‘em, pah Ain't no respect for authority because they never gon' respect us minorities They said I'd never be the man, now let's catch me out in France Out in Cannes, on a motherf**ing gorgeous beach [Verse Three: WAX] Mister big man picking on the miniature Loves to watch him hit the floor, oh so insecure They require victims to inflate they own ego Somebody gonna own ‘em like Craig on Deebo I ain't saying in the form of a fight I'm talking about your future in the form of your life Enjoy high school, your twenties ain't looking so bright The pregnant cheerleader, that b**h ain't looking so tight, she like… [Verse Four: Tayyib Ali] Uh, hold up, pose for the cameras, the lights are bright I feel blinded just from standing here, the same kid from the hallway But now I'm balling all day, hanging like a chandelier And with a lot of crews only with my family near So with a right or a left hook, I probably make a hit song For myself and your mans and them, my money stacking like textbook They ain't f** with me before so… [Hook] [Outro] Lucy: Nice try Charlie Brown