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letra de distance learning - ghettori¢

[verse]
dropping distance learning on the motherf-cking zoom room
(internet connection unstable?)
virtual on the flow, wanna know how are you doing?
(oh, you’re gonna wanna cl!ck the mic in the lower left.)
i got a rhyme for the times you find the supine mind makes you wonder
(joe, let’s take that background down. thank you.)
i gotta song if you long strong for dawns long gone like the summer
vinsonian pedants try to maintain the chains
live or die stay true to the game
but the new normal is near with ambiguous fear
as the z gaze upon plato’s flamе
think in terms of not riches but wealth
i strеss to those sweating the stressors
the pressure and stressing be bad for their health
can’t hold to account what you ign’ant about
and you don’t even know yourself
(props to the oracle at delphi)

[pre-chorus]
so you know i cold clocked the bells

[chorus]
corona be closing the door (aye)
ghet’ri¢ still holding the floor (yeah)
the kids be bored to the core
rebel yelling for more (dork!)
despite tidal bore
pushing off from the shore
dipping the oar
abhor the indoor (aye)
exploring the lore
seeking to soar
all, “lenore, ne’ermore”
yo, fortune a ho
[bridge]
but it’s a overk!ll on the screen time
so if you pine for a rewind
i design this rhyme for you to
free climb your mind as i assign

{verse]
asynchronous assessments on the stream of google classroom
(uh, did you log in with your school account?)
to ruthless k!llers of k-nowledge and the villains of the true-blue
(okay, then cl!ck the “forgot password” link.)
my rhymes a ride for the un-ossified as they glide through the present
(oh, you haven’t gotten any remind texts?)
i pipe a tune against june gloom if brigadoon’s where your spring went
(ok, well… when you’re done, submit it on turnitin.)
you know that march just slipped into may
i’m mca in “a year and a day”
without tests we vested in the best of the chest, kid
skip cst’s and play
drop ap’s and ib’s and spray
we shape new standards from clay
we assent to the cent just to bust through the edge
and break forth to enter the fray
(shout out to prince paul and reggie ossé)

[pre-chorus]
so you know i cold clocked the bells
(what does that even mean?)
[chorus]
corona be closing the door (aye)
ghet’ri¢ still holding the floor (yeah)
the kids be bored to the core
rebel yelling for more (rtj)
the ‘19 be closing the door
the ‘20 ‘bout ready to blow (yeah)
ghet’ri¢ still running the show, counting the dough

[outro]
holding the floor, running the show
yelling for more, ready to blow
running the show, counting the dough
seeking to soar, off from the shore
counting the dough, holding the floor
my favorite james bond’s roger moore

- ghettori¢

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