Paroles de Classy
Culture traveled out from the rabbleAnd had a saddle placed on its back
While the [?] t'was ridden to death dear
By the kind whose nerve never cracks
Guess the class [?] of the white Rasta
And I will buy your very next meal
Sausage supper says middle or upper
And when he speaks the winner's revealed
That's our edge you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
You're not fooling me private schooling
Claiming you are charity
Those you help most [?] the west coast
And the old distillery
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Sausage supper says middle or upper
And when he speaks the winner's revealed
That's our edge you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
You're not fooling me private schooling
Claiming you are charity
Those you help most [?] the west coast
And the old distillery
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that unearned wealth
Perpetuates itself
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