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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I don't want me no lame hoe You should know by now My whole school wanna burn me down I wanna burn my whole school down I been having dreams 'bout it 'bout 5 weeks now I got 8 classes, got a bunch of hoe-ass teachers None of 'em support my passion "Rap ain't selling, rap ain't selling Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap ain't selling" Y'all can yell that "rap ain't selling" Imma be the best mothafuckin' thing to happen To the whole world [?] Hoes twerking all on the wall How the fuck did I end up in [?] Got a brand new bag, got a bomb and all I just waited for the mothafuckin' Toots cigars Soon as one of you niggas tick me off Please flick me off Imma run up in the principal's office, have his wife just beat mе off Y'all eating marsala, [?] 6 years old Like mothafuckеr, lick my toe My school's something that I can't control 17 years old, middle finger to your soul [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] I'm gonna burn this bitch down My life keeps turning around Kill me, kill me, kill me, fucking kill me (I'm gonna burn this bitch down) Kill me, kill me, kill me, fucking kill me (My life keeps turning around) [Verse 2: Kevin Abstract] Don't worry if I'm cold or not You ain't bring your pot now I'm standing in the parking lot, my hands are freezing, seize her side Jesus need to see the boy 'Fore I break out that Nina, boy Change her for no reason, boy, my principal gon' kill me My teacher said ain't no skipping, boy But imma skip the fucking knife and grab the heat and leave her, boy On the ground bleeding, boy, I'm screaming, boy Killing for no reason, boy See what the fuck done happen when you let me with them negroes, boy Kill 'em, boy Kill 'em, then I wrap 'em up Fuck you think I'm rapping for? Making fucking classics, for this ain't no fucking album cut Walking down the halls and shit I am too [?] for this You are too [?] for this All of us too [?] for this Red on the wall Burn this motherfucker down See me [?] in case I gotta get loud Y'all know why we [?] now Quit playing with your time Or put the Glock to my dome, send me, send me, send me on [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] I'm gonna burn this bitch down My life keeps turning around Kill me, kill me, kill me, fucking kill me (I'm gonna burn this bitch down) Kill me, kill me, kill me, fucking kill me (My life keeps turning around) [Verse 3: Ameer Vann] It's just that simple Bought a black trenchcoat Started blasting rounds in the crowds of students Counted truant, but I wasn't Smoking blunts, I was discussing with the devil "If I do it, will you love me more?" Cut into these fucking whores with them hollow points that I was looking for Satisfy this thirst for gore Lettuce tearing through their fucking lungs As my hatred bubbles up I grab a gun, attach a drum, and ask 'em for more guts and blood Snap, now I'm the coldest kid Mrs. Teacher, bitch, you 'bout to get your throat unzipped What's worse than a lonely kid with more loads of loaded clips than friends No common sense, and half a mind to tear you all to strips? I'm off the shits, I don't even feel compassion Imma tell you fuckers now, you ain't gon' make it to your classes Kicked in the door and started blasting Everybody screaming, nobody knowing what's happening And then this Tec reminds me the cops and feds won't find me If I press it to my fucking head, taste a bit of searing lead I wonder how the cops decide to handle suicides, G