Lyrics

Yo, it's Mrs. Lazalier, stepping in the scene,
Larger than life, if you know what I mean.
Oily hair shining, like a crown on her head,
Walks around barefoot, no shoes, enough said.

Every day in class, she treats us like babies,
But she's got that wisdom, ain't no ifs, ands, or maybes.
Sippin' on that Wendy's chili, like it's gourmet,
While we tryna learn, she's in her own café.

(Chorus)
Mrs. Lazalier, keep it real, keep it slick,
Oily hair glistening, got that barefoot kick.
Treatin' us like toddlers, but we feel the love,
Chili in her hand, she’s the teacher from above.

(Verse 2)
In the classroom, she commands the floor,
With a voice so loud, you can't ignore.
She's got stories for days, wisdom to impart,
But don't cross her path, or she'll tear you apart.

Barefoot queen, she walks with pride,
No matter how tough, she's on our side.
She might cradle us like we're still in onesies,
But when it comes to teaching, she's got the keys.

(Chorus)
Mrs. Lazalier, keep it real, keep it slick,
Oily hair glistening, got that barefoot kick.
Treatin' us like toddlers, but we feel the love,
Chili in her hand, she’s the teacher from above.

(Bridge)
When the clock strikes noon, it's chili time,
Wendy's special recipe, oh, it's sublime.
She’s got the flavor, she's got the style,
In Mrs. Lazalier's class, we stay awhile.

(Outro)
So here's a shoutout to the lady of the year,
Mrs. Lazalier, our teacher, our seer.
With her barefoot strut and her chili bowl,
She's got the knowledge, and she's got soul.

(Chorus)
Mrs. Lazalier, keep it real, keep it slick,
Oily hair glistening, got that barefoot kick.
Treatin' us like toddlers, but we feel the love,
Chili in her hand, she’s the teacher from above.