[Verse 1]
My high school homie blazed skunk on day one
To fool the teacher that he was born that way
He’d always tell her it was allergy that gave him blurred eyes
My homie would always fill up his grey flask
Had vodka in his thermos but claimed it was tea just to play dumb
From home to school in taxis and Ubers, let’s ride
My two homies took their folks’ cash to winter school trips
To play poker with huge stacks, two-grand blinds
My homie won some, my homie had to pay some
My homies smoked bucket bongs like it was West Side
And so, 15- or 20-minute breaks went by
Bеhind the school in spring, but in wintertime in bathrooms
Thе cold made them hide
My homie had Supreme and Bape clothes, he had some fresh style
For his birthday my homie got a swell ride
While illegal Ukrainians were cleaning his penthouse
My homie wanted to blow through his dad’s salary to get high
It didn’t work out because of its’ immense size
Turned out it’d be easier to overdose and die
On New Years’, my homie decided to end life
I still remember us stealing booze from 7-Eleven aisles
And drinking them bottoms up at 8:05
So fucked up on breaks, no hitting the brakes
So fucked up on breaks
So fucked up on each damn class, we're the patho-intelligentsia
[Chorus]
We're the, we're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demoralized intelligentsia!
We're the, Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demoralized intelligentsia!
We're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demo...
[Verse 2]
My homie used to listen to punk rock and shoot junk
Train stations, parents, hospitals, bums
His dad was a broker, his mum was a lawyer
Their wallets were thick
But just like him rehabs slimmed them down
My homie and a girl were fucking around
In a handicap toilet in the biggest mall in town
My home from junior high knocked his friend up after a fuck
‘Though one year before the whole class was cracking up
Learning ‘bout weenies, ovaries, sperms, vaginas made us laugh
My homie used boosters, my homie couldn’t study without blow
The end came when he was thirteen or so
I won’t say if I meant his habit or life, fuck no
My homie would steel pills from mom’s drug cabinet on the wall
They didn’t give him scholarship, they caught him tripping balls
At one of the alternative festivals
My homie always got the Best Student prize
The ribbon on it was as red as his eyes
My homie with another homie fucked some chick
Double-teaming on her on some school trip
My homie needed courage, so he had three drinks
In a pub in London before his interview for Kings
My homie got admitted to Oxford later
‘Though through high school he only drank booze of different flavors
My home drove a Corolla where he kept meth and baseball bats
He told me to change the car brand in my lyrics
To keep this a secret from his dad
Thugs know me, zoophiles know me, even artists know me
My pedophile homie, my necrophile homie, my intellectual homie
We’re patho-intelligentsia
[Chorus]
We're the, we're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
We're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demoralized intelligentsia!
We're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demoralized intelligentsia!
We're the... Patho-intelligentsia!
Demo... demo...
[Verse 3]
We’re the patho-intelligentsia
Catholic preschools, houses with paid guards
Superintendents, English, geography class
I hustled for fun, not to get by
School, tennis courts, extra activities, bottles, photos and gang signs
Drinking outdoors, bottom shelf pints, cussing, always on plant diets
Well-educated, wearing cotton blazers and snorting cocaine lines
We’re the patho-intelligentsia...
We’re the patho-intelligentsia
Holidays on tropical beaches or language campsites
Music festivals, molly in my penthouse, Christmas Eve with fancy plates, knives
Salmon, carols with jazz sounds, silver tree, gift stacks of grand size
I started rappin’
‘cause I was fucking fed up of this cozy and great life
I started rappin’
‘cause I was fucking fed up of this cozy and great life
I never wanted to be white, always wanted to be a gangsta
I wanted to be from the hood ever since I was yay high
Fuck mum and dad for hot tub
Fancy plants, house with three stair flights
I started rappin’
‘cause I was fucking fed up of this cozy and great life
I never wanted to be white, always wanted to be a gangsta
I wanted to be from the hood ever since I was yay high
Fuck mum and dad for willing
To give me their hearts, kidney and then some
We’re patho-intelligentsia