B-Ly & WillFake - Stints lyrics

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B-Ly & WillFake - Stints lyrics

[Intro] My backache gets relapsed, oh, these stints ain't makin' me layin' [ Verse 1 : WillFake ] Packin' lesson at school then I'ma go home Then backpack full of homework I have to do Get my home back, my head's giddy like I get the beat from Chris John, oh no I kinda s** at math, I'm tryna sleep but it comes through my dream So nightmarish, call of duty makes me woke up from my retirement, can't even take a rest I need to wax my body, Miyagi, spa then, but dwellin'-work waits for me to do ‘em Nah, tremblin' to be grabbin' my ballpoint, feel like stray tryna find ‘em boss Aimin' my eyes toward the loose-leaf, I'm in Dutch These f**in' stints have me on the carpet, let alone I'm 9th grader My struggle and soreness are more harder, I'ma k** you f**in' principal You need more armor tougher, this year's more enigmatic, mind-bogglin' Wait, I gotta finish this sh** ‘fore I get sleep, I.. [Hook] I watch these stints tail after me Virtually I hit the roof ‘cause some of rumpus A gauze still's stints, it weedles me My nerves twitched and my pulses twisted ( Stints, stints, stints ) f** the ( Stints, stints, stints ) ( Stints, stints, stints ) f** the ( Stints, stints, stints ) [ Verse 2 : B-ly ] ( Bite my head off! ) I'm getting sick on my breadbasket I couldn't stomach my ferocious stints, I'm a goner Calculate from my knapsack, I just think it's bagatelle But it's difficult period on corroborative sh** But I get this hairsplitting test or homework, it's kinda like a b**bytrap I gurgle my saliva, gargle my saliva too I keep j**in' this sh** down but the teachers shut me down I'm maroon of mind, I'm starting hoarse in my vocal box So I decide to hear a heart-stirring music, but f** it I gotta accomplish my homework, why I can't get stipend for my whole workin'? It was a really vexin' thing because I don't got exciting, oh Homework, testin' work, all is work, all I do is made me don't be perk up Through and through berserk, banter in my confusing thought I can't slumber ‘cause I'm too dilligent to k** this ( Ironic ) Need it, a phenobarbital sh**, I'm dyseptic, ain't antiseptic in my infected phallus Where's my work? Wait, I have to be a f**in' jerk? “ *laugh* [Hook] [Outro] Stints still as stinky as f** ( Stints, stints, stints ) Spins, spins, spins in my brainpan, it spins