Lyrics
Yo, when I was younger, I always hated highschool (Yeah)
Walking 'round, tryna make the pop' kids think I'm cool (Yeah)
But I just gave up, I knew that I could never be pop' (Nah)
I knew that I could never be something I know that I'm not (Nope)
Swear to God this teacher sees me as a motherfucking target (Target)
In the lower set, treating me as I'm retarded (Yup)
I know I'm not smart, I never pass my grades (Nope)
And someone get this motherfucking teacher out my face (Uh)
What I gotta do to get the kids to think that I'm cool? (What?)
What I gotta do to get excused, to get out this room (What?)
What I gotta do to make these teachers realize that every single piece
Of work they giving me, I'm not gonna do? (Nope)
First year of highscool, my anxiety rised 'cause I got
Jumped, kicked down, and beat by some older guys
And I just stood up and the whole crowd gathered around
And they just started laughing at me like I'm some sort of clown (Hahahaha)
So, what now, bitch?
You know what, Mama, I don't feel great
Don't send me to school today
It musta been something that I did or that I ate
Don't send me to school today
But I'm just scared to say how I feel right now
Don't send me to school today
'Cause every single day I walk around
Putting this fake smile on
Don't send me to school today
I just wanna rap, miss, why can't you understand? (Why?)
It ain't real enough, so get your freaking English work sent
What happened to chasing dreams and fulfilling your goals?
It's only rap, damn, it's just a phase, you'll outgrow it as you get old (Wee-uh)
Now sit quiet, stop fucking crying, but I hate this shit
God damn, why am I even trying? I wanna rap, bitch (Why?)
So, when I finally make it, I'ma come back to this highschool
And rub your fucking face in it, if you ain't dead by then
God, I hate this school, cocky motherfuckers talking shit and acting rude
And walking 'round and thinking that they're cooler than everybody else
Wyling out, oblivious to shit, leaking out the mouth
Look at you now though, hoe, you’re a crack head with five kids
The dad's left and a prozzy on the downlow
You know what prick, I'm gonna leave this shit (Why?)
'Cause karma did the rest for me, enjoy your shitty life, bitch
You know what, Mama, I don't feel great
Don't send me to school today
It musta been something that I did or that I ate
Don't send me to school today
But I'm just scared to say how I feel right now
Don't send me to school today
'Cause every single day I walk around
Putting this fake smile on
Don't send me to school today
You know what, Mama, I don't feel great
Don't send me to school today
It musta been something that I did or that I ate
Don't send me to school today
But I'm just scared to say how I feel right now
Don't send me to school today
'Cause every single day I walk around
Putting this fake smile on
Don't send me to school today
Written by: Jack Rathbone
