| Remember me?
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| Don’t act like you don’t remember me, bitch
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| I know you remember
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| Because
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| Back before bein' cool was such a disease (Uh huh)
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We held it down and rocked it out at Chuck E. Cheese (We did)
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| You even brought me a present. |
| We drank pop and played tag
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We were unconditioned to hate and call each other fag
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| We were nine or ten years old. |
| I know you don’t remember
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| Even if you do, you won’t admit it. |
| You would never
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| Lend a hand if you saw me getting beat up in the back, and
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| Still I remember when you showed up dressed like Bat-Man, when
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We gave a fuck less about race, creed, or color
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| When it was time to go home, we cried and begged our mothers (No!)
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We ate the cake and ice cream, acted a fool from the sugar
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We laughed and chased your little sister 'round with a booger
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| We didn’t know life would separate us, turn us into scrubs and players
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| Turn us into nerds and jocks, frontin' for these haters
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| And we gravitate to cliques and wouldn’t be caught dead together
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| Back then, our hearts were pure and clean, 'cause we ain’t know no better. |
| Ha!
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| What would happen if I showed up at yours next weekend?
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| Ain’t nothin' changed but the times, yet I’d surely catch a beatin'
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| Your daddy dropped you off and picked you up when it was done
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| My mama wrapped the leftover cake and even let you take some
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| Go ahead and lie to me. |
| No matter who you try to be
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| I remember when you was true. |
| You can’t deny to me
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| We should all remember then, pure and young and heaven sent
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| We’re taught by others how to hate. |
| We’re born with love, it’s evident
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| A child’s mind is something free. |
| All they want is company
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| But life turns us on each other. |
| Punk him or he’s punkin' me
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| The masses are like blind sheep, follow 'cause they minds weak
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| Remember we was cool as little kids? |
| (Don't remind me) But you did
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| (You came to my birthday party) (You did)
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| Back before bein' cool was such a disease (Uh huh)
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We held it down and rocked it down at Chuck E. uh, Cheese
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| You brought me a present. |
| We drank pop and played tag
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| We were unconditioned to hate and call each other fags
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| I I I I I I wish I had pics
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| Or or or or or video footage
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| I I I I I I know you remember, bitch
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| You’re too cool to admit, but I know you remember
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| (You came to my birthday party)
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| Punk mother fucker, I know you remember. |
| You remember
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| (You came to my birthday party) (You remember, bitch)
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| We was friends. |
| I know you remember (Woo!)
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| (You came to my birthday party) (Uh huh)
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| Fuck you, actin' like you don’t remember
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| (You came to my birthday party) (Bitch)
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| I I I I I I wish I had pics
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| (I remember, though)
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| I I I I I I I I wish I had pics
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| (I remember, though, but)
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| I I I do. |
| I wish I had pictures
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| — Okay, class. |
| Quiet down. |
| Quiet down. |
| As you know. |
| Mr Duncan is not here today,
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| so we have a substitute teacher
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| — That's right
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| — His name is Mr. Bruce
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| — No, the Duke
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| — 'Scuse me?
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| — Violent J, the Duke
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| — Okay? |
| Mr. Duke
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| — Pfft. |
| Whatever, bitch. |
| Alright, listen up. |
| Hey! |
| Listen up! |
| Yo! |
| Alright, then |