Intro

Some of us, our class ain't dismissed
They take that L shaped down that old magpie street
And you can join them if you will
But the kids you once were, won't be there to meet
So here is your night light
When the tea gets cold
And they find someone who looks just like you
Cause you were on your phone just to spite you
Now I am here to stay and I am here to say
Do not listen to them



Credits
Writer(s): Kaymin Chowdhury Farmer
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