Lyrics

Grades falling I'm on the border of failing the quarter No study all night writing rhymes sleepy Yeezy made it look like it's so easy Friends say i act distant Say i don't even treat it like a hob anymore it's a job I know i'm fucked in the head I fuckin wish to be dead Stayin up late night to get this tape going like sled Adderal my only friend It won't let me go to bed again No sleeping insomnia There's that boy from slovakia Hey chen hows it going man Pretty good just gettin ready for school Oh that's cool now let's get back to writing this fool Paper cuts on my arm Some on accident and some for the charm It don't cause no harm It feels good in a fucked up way Call me gay That's enough mr. rolex please no more today