Throwback Lyrics

This is what you were supposed to hear at the beginning

Supposedly, I have a lot of fears, I'm not winning

I'm totally a load of holy smokes, not a goalie though

Scared of getting hit by things in life, like polio

Starting way back in kindergarten in the garden

Hard for me to break away from Mom, the departing

Teacher grabbed my hand, I was balling my eyes out

Finally made a land, and I wasn't so shy now

Had friends from preschool so it was smooth sailing

I had to be cool unlike an assailant

I was the prince in Cinderella, clapped my hands like a weird fella

Got someone's attention for their next line, hella

First grade, second grade, new people, same teachers both years

Most days were blessed days, I wanna go here

Third grade puppet shows, fourth grade ducking foes

Rapping as a principal on stage, running goals

Fifth grade band life, sixth grade graduation

Going to a new school, train station

Seventh grade, eighth grade, ninth grade, tenth grade, eleventh grade

How did I get here after being a senior?

I pumped up the speaker

Worried about my height, like a meter

Worried about my weight, one seater

Making it through tests, no cheater

I guess I'm much neater

Probably because I don't worry about the little things

Well, I might scurry, I lied, riddle this

How did I get so lucky with a mother, father, sister, sister?

Second grade songs, "Ain't that Mister Mister?"

Yeah, on the radio, in the car, chilling with my family

Caring for me instead of scaring me, daring me

To go for it, follow my dreams, I know it sounds simple

For part of school, I really hated my pimples

I make goals instead of slip, I worry but don't trip

Now I'm in college, went straight ahead, didn't skip