If he don't show up, think i can take his place
Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays
Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays
Put expressions in their music and create the face
Too bad my grades be low as fuck, fuck
I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup
Came back from parents evening, got my grades
Now war missiles hand guns and grenades
I almost ended it all, i almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall
Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all
Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.
I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
But thinking bout grades gets me stressed
I can only love you when you’re undressed
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