Routine

By j. sula

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[Verse 1]

Wake up, yawning

I hate getting up in the morning

Miss the bus, fucking up

Running fast, but it's not enough

Get to the bus stop

Only guy there is a fucking cop

"What the fuck" and "Where's the bus"

All he says is, "Kid, shut up"

Oh shit

It's Saturday

"Thanks officer"


[Hook]

This is my routine

While I'm crapping, I read magazines

I wake up early in the morning

Drowsy still, I'm heavy on the yawning

Sleeping through the whole summer

When I awake, it's autumn


[Verse 2]

Mom comes and says, "Honey, time for school"

I grumble and say, "That shit just ain't cool"

Then we get into an argument

And she asks where the fuck the old me went

And I yell that I hate her

Fuck, it's not even 7:00 yet

Already I feel that I'm fucking dead


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Matt the Ho]

Josh man, crap thats all i got

From my bigger brother Steven to my little brother Josh

From that father figure tyler to that skating buddy Matt

Josh man, running a pair of socks

This goes out to all the Joshies in the suburbs

The ones with Asian friends who say Chinese words

The ones who were called weird, smart, buddy, nerd

And those who were spazzing sponges who had the serds

Not only are we talented, but we smart as fuck