Take my time with all the classes that I’ve had enough of

And by my face I’m always acting like I’m mad at something

That’s not the half of it, I’m sat bored, I act dumb

Slumped back, a ragamuffin

Arduous to listen active, have discussion coupled with this stiff walk cycle

Need to bounce like freshly smacked bums

You’d think I’d lapped this fucking track enough

Sweaty palms, a heavy chin

Heart always asking ‘bout it’s lack of love

First time getting held is in the casket’s clutch

I’ve been sitting in the back of class with my phone out, I don’t talk a lot

Eight-thirty on the clock, still feel my head ring with the alarm off

Still my wit quicker than a frog hops

Bedtime’s when my heart stops

Yawn count is in the triple digits by the time I shimmy to the parking lot

Opportunities are gold as fleece you’d dig up out the trousers of an argonaut, uh

I do it all myself and I do it all without my momma’s thoughts

I don't know a thing about my heritage but I’m chopping beats like wood and tomohawks

Beat the shit up with a wooden spoon, I feel like Goodnight Moon the way I garner props

Lots of comments meaningless it’s barkin' dogs

Couple years I’m spawning carbon copies

And I’m in a cabin, old thoughts worthless as the dirt my logs are on, I’m loggin off

I don’t need advice I need a new pipe dream (I don’t need advice I need a new pipe dream)

Some time away from this bright screen, leave beats lifeless, flee the crime scene

Faces evergreen like pine trees, and they crumble at my fist like I’m Steve

Used to worry ‘bout who likes me now I don’t sweat it like hygiene

Hard to function when I’m bundled up need my skin sunkissed like Tom Brady

Missin wisdom from my mom, need to get my head straight, I think I’ve gone crazy

And I’m blowin up like a volcano, write another verse you’re gonna pompeii me (Write another verse, write another verse)

Man fuck that, I had a long day

And I’m tried of lookin at this hallway

Sick of cyclin' through dark places

In December I was almost there, I think I saw the light when I was on stage

Three months I had the whole world, it’s like I’m back to floating round in outer space (outer space, outer space)

All reminders bringing me a sour taste

So I chew my gum and go about my day

Feelin like a vegetable, I’m cabbage made

This space is foreign

Wish I could count down the days

'Til my plan’s in motion

No good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)

This space is foreign

Wish I could count down the days

‘Til my plan’s in motion

No good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)