Wayde - CLASSROOM.FLEX

Fell in love with music, started guessing in math
Teachers told me no excuses, I should step on the gas
Ain't been following their blueprint so they reckon I'm last
People saying that I'm stupid, they ain't get what I had for grades
My GPA four point fuckin' two four
SAT on fifteen ten, did it just to do more
Tryna break like Fifty Cent, I'm headed upwards to boards
I'm living life 'cause in the end, we're all under the floor
I wish that nicotine and medicine pills were all I need
I saw the ground and saw it slipping from underneath my feet
Shouted out, saw the people I loved had started to leave
And falling down, the paper in my pockets now became my wings
I wish that nicotine and medicine pills were all I need
I saw the ground and saw it slipping from underneath my feet
Shouted out, saw the people I loved had started to leave
And falling down, the paper in my pockets now became my wings
Like morning wood I'm bouta go hard as fuck
The more it took for me to write this on a notecard and tuck
It in my storybook the closer I'm to Mozart and such
'Cause nothing good is ever quickly done and no art is rushed
Misunderstood by every bitch that ain't had no heart or love for me
I should've kept my wishes to the gold bars and blunts
I'm like a cook with dirty dishes I got soap bars and sponges
I cleaned the soot off all these pitches, it ain't no more discussion
Now I took my hooks, beats, and verses so far above it's
Hard to put myself on par with these costars and budgets
'Cause the others all had teams, while I did it with nothing
Different colors in my drink, while I'm sipping on tussin, huh?
Oh
Where do we go?
Far from this home
Way from each other
Don't turn back now

Written by:
Victor Kao

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