Lyrics: We don't talk about School, no, no, no We don't talk about School, but It was a Wednesday night (it was a Wednesday night) We were getting ready, and there wasn't a grade in the sky (no grades allowed in the sky) School walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You telling this story or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on School says, “It looks like grades” (why did it tell us?) In doing so, it floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Working for a major grade What a sleepless day! But anyway We don't talk about School, no, no, no We don't talk about School Hey, grew to live in fear of School giving tests or huge assignments I can always hear it sort of muttering and mumbling I associate it with the feeling of unbearable stress, aa aa aa It's a heavy lift with a building so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with big exams they couldn't understand Do you understand? A seven-foot page, report cards along it's back When it calls your name it all fades to black Yeah, it sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey) We don't talk about School, no, no, no We don't talk about School It told me it'd say my name right, the next day, nope! (no, no) It told me the food would be good but that wasn't true (no, no) It said that all my grades would plummet Now, look at them now! (no, no) Your fate is sealed when your report card is sent It told me that the college of my dreams Would be promised, and someday be mine It told me that my smartness would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (óye, Mariano's on his way) It told me that the job of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear it, now Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you Um, School Yeah, about that School I really need to know about School Gimme the truth and the whole truth, School (Isabella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner A seven-foot page, report cards along its back When it calls your name it all fades to black Yeah, it sees your dreams and feasts on your screams You telling this story or am I? Óye, Mariano's on his way School says, “It looks like grades” In doing so, it floods my brain Working for a major grade it's here Don't talk about School, no (why did I talk about School?) Not a word about School I never should've brought up School!
A random parody i made up XDD I guess you can sing the lyrics in a remix ig lol I'm still adding more stuff to the lyrics lol I'll sing this later I think