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letra de tell the teacher i said shut up - lost marakas

“you’re getting old”, i’m told, to keep playing these games
“you’re getting old”, i’m told, to keep thinking the same
oh with your silly little lyrics, and with your stupid little songs
you gotta grow up, get a moving, gotta find where you belong
“oh go to school”, they said, and go get a degree
“oh go to school”, they said, for you it’s probably free
but i don’t care about no college, or no f-cking straight a grades
i found my passion in my music, and i’m glad i made the trade

cause i just can not bare the thought of working a 9-5
till i’m grown and drop, or till i’m finally 65
cause i just have a different dream, a different mind
i never cared about the money, or cared for a simple life

but when i write, and i splat my brain on paper everything is in my favor, i feel good!
cause when i strum, and the strings make out their rhythm and my ears set out to hear them, i feel joy
cause even though i’m broke and haven’t found my home
i still have love, i still have hope when i get old, my songs will reach some lovely souls, and bring them light
so every time they ask me, “how bout college?”

i tell them no, i think i won’t
might sound bad now, but i’ll stick with no

“your getting old”, i’m told, to keep playing these games
“your getting old:”, i’m told, but i know that i’ve changed
i’ve changed my mind in who i am, and who i think i might become
i’m glad i choose this over school, and i’m so proud of what i’ve done
“and go to school”, they said
to go get a degree
“oh go to school”, they said, but my friends that’s not me
i just can’t take the thought of working for another 8 whole years
on a career i don’t enjoy, on a career i just don’t feel
cause i just can not bare the thought of working a 9-5
till i’m grown and drop, or till i’m finally 65
cause i just have a different dream, a different mind
i never cared about the money, or cared for a simple life

but when i write, and i splat my brain on paper, everything is in my favor, i feel good
cause when i strum, and the strings make out their rhythm, and my ears set out to hear them, i feel joy, in me!
so even though i’m sad, and lost some friends i had
it gave me all the strength plus even more than that
to realize who i am, and what i really want
and that my friend is music, and it’s all i want

so tell them no, i think i won’t
won’t give up now, my answers no

- lost marakas

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