Good thing studying means me holding a practice test while tumblin.

youre-all-i-got:

Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin brass?
That’s little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve but his hand carry muskets.
Working in the meadows, oblivion.
Motherfuck Geppetto, he’s a leader not a puppet.
Some professors nuttier than Klump’s dick.
So think before you blink and “aye-aye” make assumptions.