Intro
Please momma
NO!
Momma please I don't wanna go to school I ain't got no (friends)
Momma!
Come on mom I don't wanna go to school
I don't want to move again
I don't want to lose all my (friends)
(Friends)
(Friends)
I guess trying to be different didn't turn out so well
Now I can't even ride trends or stay in a hotel
I can't ride trains I can't place blame on those who can't tell
I guess the only understanding is, that I will never be well
Back in high school no one ever would have thought
They'd ask me, "kid what's your dream knowing damn well I'd get..."
Blank note, blank page, blank mind, black sage
Hairdresser, I'm done I can't go on tonight send my condolences to the pigs
Tonight tonight we'll set it off right
Open up our mouths our hearts and scream to the light
Sugar mami in the orange shorts like orange sherbert
Driving up to Scott Boulevard man it's hard tryna be a star
Weight a degree more than my art make my father proud now that's a start
Been saying alot like I'm really smart but no one fucking listens didn't I tell you
Mini mart, mini chart, graph all up on my sleeve this intro is over it's done
I have nothing else to lose, next song please
(I had a dream I was shot in the head)
NO!
Momma please I don't wanna go to school I ain't got no (friends)
Momma!
Come on mom I don't wanna go to school
I don't want to move again
I don't want to lose all my (friends)
(Friends)
(Friends)
I guess trying to be different didn't turn out so well
Now I can't even ride trends or stay in a hotel
I can't ride trains I can't place blame on those who can't tell
I guess the only understanding is, that I will never be well
Back in high school no one ever would have thought
They'd ask me, "kid what's your dream knowing damn well I'd get..."
Blank note, blank page, blank mind, black sage
Hairdresser, I'm done I can't go on tonight send my condolences to the pigs
Tonight tonight we'll set it off right
Open up our mouths our hearts and scream to the light
Sugar mami in the orange shorts like orange sherbert
Driving up to Scott Boulevard man it's hard tryna be a star
Weight a degree more than my art make my father proud now that's a start
Been saying alot like I'm really smart but no one fucking listens didn't I tell you
Mini mart, mini chart, graph all up on my sleeve this intro is over it's done
I have nothing else to lose, next song please
(I had a dream I was shot in the head)
Credits
Writer(s): Camden Dronenburg
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