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Peace Sign/index Down Lyrics - The Quilt - Gym Class Heroes

Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre 

(This is) 

You silly for this one, it's Travie 

(Why you doin' this to me?) 

 

I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling trash 

In hopes that one of my jokes, I had the pretty young things laughin' 

The chubby little bastard with a knack for little Debbie snacks 

But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion 

 

No advance and plus we make it happen 

In your conscience more obnoxious 

Then that laughy Taffy snappin' 

Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello, high fashion 

Hands before you's a man that built a castle with sand 

 

With no regards for tidal waves and finally established 

Till the water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace 

But now I'm sittin' lovely off in wonderland with Alice 

With purple people passin' me at the caterpillar's chalice 

 

Ha, ha, you probably thinking 

I'm wrong, right? Like I should quit 

Writing these songs, right? 

Tell you what do it better, I just might 

Take it back to eighty six, you wanna lick, sike 

 

Don't let the TV mislead you 

Me and you, dude, we are not equal 

Fuck you, this is for my people 

Fuck you, this is for my people 

 

Don't try to hide like I can't see you 

Your parents must've been trans and so see through 

Fuck you, this is for my people 

Fuck you, this is for my people 

 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

 

Before I utter words and before I start to begin 

Let me make sure you clear I'm about securing the wind 

I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction 

'Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure was never an option 

 

I grinds like a carpenter until my caleceous's bleed 

With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed 

That's why I look at most of you stupid I know it's odd 

Because you can't really do nuttin' to me unless you God 

 

But bein' that none of you ain't him 

You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase them 

Now trust me, see, I'm so determined 

I'm walkin' through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin' 

 

Or how the tires turning on the rim of the V 

I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doin' to me 

With all the yappin' and talking and so and so 

Think that you can ever stop the kid, oh no 

 

So if you get in my way, you know you're done, son 

You best believe what I say, you better run, son 

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones 

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones 

 

You better kneel down and pray 'cause where I come from 

We goin' hard everyday, that's how the fight's won 

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones 

Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones 

 

Put up the peace sign, put the index down 

Put up the peace sign, put the index down 

Put up the peace sign, put the index down 

Put up the peace sign, put the index down 

 

Look, mom, no hands 

Yer little boy's a man 

(Yeah, damn) 

Everything you said is finally settin' in 

Trainin' wheels fell off and I kept peddling 

 

Now I'm ridin' wheelies on this industry 

Say the word, I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly 

Good lookin' pop on the strength that you givin' me 

Wasn't for you Gym Class would be history 

 

I'm on my upstate shit 

I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich 

Gettin' brains from two dames with French accents 

Now I mess with local chicks, I get 'em upstate shit 

 

You prob'ly thinking I'm wrong, right? 

Like I should quit writin' these songs, right? 

Tell you what, do it better I just might 

Take it back to eighty six, you want a lick, sike 

 

Now it's a lot of y'all that can't stand me 

'Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny 

But fuck you, this is for my family 

Fuck you, this is for my family 

 

Upstate New York to Miami 

Up late recording in my jammies 

I do it for my family 

Fuck you, this is for my family 

 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Put up your peace sign, put your index down