Verse 1: bring it from paper to the mic
That's what I like to do on rainy nights
When the lights out notebooks what I take out
And break out this flow you listen to
Falling like snow but its June
In an endless sand dune of my mind trying
To get out but I just can't my dude
There's nothing I need to prove
I just do what I wanna do
I don't wanna sound rude
I just tryna tell the truth
In the corner eating baby Ruth on my ASUS
Watchin Netflix don't do Hulu
Turning cla**ic guru goin plastic fake food
Sleeping mattress catching snooze
Games over you lose
Greeks call me Nike like the shoes
Rap or YouTube I just can't choose
Spit coming out rain
Getting words from my brain
I might go insane cause
I can't find my own lane
Or sign my own name
Cause I'm afraid ill buy the wrong thing
Or ill get more than I played for
And the devils over my shoulder telling me to pay more
But I just get the pain more
But that's not what I aim for
Just wanna get my name known
Before I perish off this green stone
And my body leaves my soul
I got to study for this test
I'm obsessed with my laptop and the world wide web
Searching the internet like