Yep
Yo, uh
And we back at it
And we back at it
And we back
Welcome to the album KMR
Welcome to the album KMR
KMR
Uh, yo, how we gon' start this?
Turn my headphones up
Uh, yo
What's some knowledge without action?
What's some art without a passion?
What's a world without subtraction?
That's a check without the taxes
What's a poor school without some ammo through the classes?
And dirty grave sites just to bury all the masses
Or climate change, warming up the air with all the ashes
Or every generation falling deeper into sadness
I know I can't stand it look
Uh, how we gonna start this?
Uh, yo
That September breeze
School's back in session
Slept the whole class, missed the whole lesson
The students never listen, the halls are so depressing
Then wonder why the teachers wanna find a new profession
From a happy home to sitting all alone
Writing lyrics hoping I can tap into the zone
Writing lyrics hoping I can reach 'em through a song
Look
I know that the world is changing
And timing leads to aging
And as the mind grows it gets hard to maintain it
Happiness to sadness
Emptiness to madness
Tornado through the brain like it had came from Kansas City
My thoughts don't fit me
Too hot to comprehend like they came from Mississippi
I wonder if I ran away would they all miss me?
Or would they all diss me?
Kross0v3r - Recess (Intro) Lyrics
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Yep
Yo, uh
And we back at it
And we back at it
And we back
Welcome to the album KMR
Welcome to the album KMR
KMR
Uh, yo, how we gon' start this?
Turn my headphones up
Uh, yo
What's some knowledge without action?
What's some art without a passion?
What's a world without subtraction?
That's a check without the taxes
What's a poor school without some ammo through the classes?
And dirty grave sites just to bury all the masses
Or climate change, warming up the air with all the ashes
Or every generation falling deeper into sadness
I know I can't stand it look
Uh, how we gonna start this?
Uh, yo
That September breeze
School's back in session
Slept the whole class, missed the whole lesson
The students never listen, the halls are so depressing
Then wonder why the teachers wanna find a new profession
From a happy home to sitting all alone
Writing lyrics hoping I can tap into the zone
Writing lyrics hoping I can reach 'em through a song
Look
I know that the world is changing
And timing leads to aging
And as the mind grows it gets hard to maintain it
Happiness to sadness
Emptiness to madness
Tornado through the brain like it had came from Kansas City
My thoughts don't fit me
Too hot to comprehend like they came from Mississippi
I wonder if I ran away would they all miss me?
Or would they all diss me?
Yo, uh
And we back at it
And we back at it
And we back
Welcome to the album KMR
Welcome to the album KMR
KMR
Uh, yo, how we gon' start this?
Turn my headphones up
Uh, yo
What's some knowledge without action?
What's some art without a passion?
What's a world without subtraction?
That's a check without the taxes
What's a poor school without some ammo through the classes?
And dirty grave sites just to bury all the masses
Or climate change, warming up the air with all the ashes
Or every generation falling deeper into sadness
I know I can't stand it look
Uh, how we gonna start this?
Uh, yo
That September breeze
School's back in session
Slept the whole class, missed the whole lesson
The students never listen, the halls are so depressing
Then wonder why the teachers wanna find a new profession
From a happy home to sitting all alone
Writing lyrics hoping I can tap into the zone
Writing lyrics hoping I can reach 'em through a song
Look
I know that the world is changing
And timing leads to aging
And as the mind grows it gets hard to maintain it
Happiness to sadness
Emptiness to madness
Tornado through the brain like it had came from Kansas City
My thoughts don't fit me
Too hot to comprehend like they came from Mississippi
I wonder if I ran away would they all miss me?
Or would they all diss me?
Writer: Kaleb Ross
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid