Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot
Formative plots in my discordant gourd are now where corridors rot
Down the darkest corridors and the hottest jungles,
Their all comparing me to others' troubles
And even then i'll be off on another damn trip
Running through school corridors shouting 'swag' and shit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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