All the kids that are fly don't know how to multiply. What they learned in their school was how to be so cool. They don't care about geometry and you can plainly see that they cannot do division. And they don't ask for no permission. They get laid, have lots of friends, their lives are parties that never end. And it's all because they chose the path where they do not learn math. If you ask them to point out a numerator, you're gonna get called a player hater. If you ask them for the square root of eighty one, they're gonna tell you that you're no fun. Fifty dollar sneakers, sixty dollar slacks, they hand the clerk a hundred and they ask for a twenty back.
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