Lyrics

1)
Yo, let me tell you 'bout this teacher named Mrs. Emma,
Every single day feels like a French dilemma.
She walks in the room, and it's déjà vu,
Talkin' 'bout passé composé like it's brand new.

She got her notes and her grammar flow,
But when it comes to chillin', she just won't go.
Mot de passe this, and passé that,
I'm tryna learn French, not fall flat.

(Chorus)
Mrs. Emma, you know you drive me insane,
Every class feels like a French hurricane.
All this passé composé, mot de passe stress,
In the world of French, you make it a mess.

(Verse 2)
First it's verbs, then the conjugations,
I'm lost in her endless explanations.
She's the queen of French, or so she believes,
But I'm just tryna get through and roll up my sleeves.

Quizzes and tests, they keep on comin',
In the world of verbs, I'm steady runnin'.
Mrs. Emma, please, just give us a break,
All this passé stuff, I can't take.

(Chorus)
Mrs. Emma, you know you drive me insane,
Every class feels like a French hurricane.
All this passé composé, mot de passe stress,
In the world of French, you make it a mess.

(Bridge)
I dream of a day when it's all passé,
When French is fun, and I seize the day.
But 'til then, I'm stuck in this class,
Trying to escape the mot de passe.

(Outro)
Mrs. Emma, one day we'll be free,
Fluent in French, living in harmony.
But for now, it's a struggle in your domain,
Hoping one day, we'll break the chain