Boxcutter

[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