This is a song about "Finals week"

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Sometimes i think, what i need

Three lunch boxes a week,

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

Knees week, arms are sturdy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Planned nothing for the week ahead

My talent should take me places i've never been

Every other week im in the station