[Verse 1]

Dashing outta bed I’m rather late for my classes

It’s pain in the ass I’d rather rather lay on my mattress

When a teacher ask a question I’m like Sway with the answers

Day to day in a trance his brain escaping to stanzas

Striding, with a beat in his headphones

Repeating steps leading beaten tedious dead roads

X don't mark the spot it tells you where to be

Selling ketamine and weed, - bet I'm settling my beefs

Steady stepping on his sheets, ready! Tekken on the streets

Any second on his knees, get him begging on a leash, please

I don't give a shit it's pretty clean and simple dawg

Y'all are mental if you really deem you fit the squad

Aww shit I made it in time

Evaded explaining em why I’m late and pacing, making up lies

The blatantly faking pagan reprobate in disguise

Wait, what was the class again? - Aight, I’ll have to ask a friend… Right?

[Hook]

I learned how to write pretty in cursive text

Burn a test and scientifically word a sext

Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads

The bio: I like titties and worship death

On my way to my wonderland

Head pressed against the desk, playing with the cutter, man

I hold the blade like a lover’s hand

I hold the blade like a lover’s hand

[Verse 2]

Tapping to clattering the shackle on my leg makes

Thinking ‘bout a magnum, put a black hole in my headspace

I’m just kidding though, and shit I’d skip the rigmarole

Like, pistols ain’t a thing I hold, I’d slit my throat before that

Forecast: pouring, storm chance more and rising up

Snorlax, in the back of the class, tired as fuck

Water dripping down the window that I sit beside

I’m mystified by distant lightning as the clock is killing time

And as the teacher yammers on I think of other things

Caught up my thoughts until she’s asking me how summer’s been

And I wanna try to seem discreet

So I lie between my teeth, like it was nice and peachy sweet

I don’t think she buys it, aight at least I tried it

Eyelids sliding down, lightning strike outside in violet

Despite of sound trying catch the light and color

Ask his silent lover why she always blurry, in a hurry

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Someone shakes me awake at lunchtime

Make my way to a table, I’m jaded, tongue tied

The kitchen prolly thinks we love the taste of dung flies

Aight... I’m a jolly ray of sunshine

Reflected off the blades of swung knives

Wonder what a cut away of our inhaling lungs like

‘S like I’m trying to juggle my internal organs

Fire in my belly, suffer nigh infernal torments

But beyond exaggeration

My attitude is bad in need of constant calibration

On that balance shaking act, stumble into class

Hands, fumble in my pants, cash crumpled in my hands

Mans trying to eyeball me, rhymes all he needed

Trying to kill my habits but they die hard, a phoenix

5 stars, high bars, by far the meanest

The style turns the Nile red and skies dark in Egypt