Math s**s We bond over that statement I write on the paper that we're supposed to do some bullsh** problem on She says this cla** is k**ing her It's k**ing me too But she's sort of my saving grace Why do i lust over so many girls? Well I am my father's ba*tard I will say your one of the best things about this hellhole Our conversations and me bothering you is fun As the teacher continues Confusing sh** 101 And if she thinks I'm coming to this cla** for math Then as Robin Williams said people go to p**n for acting Do i go to this cla** for you? I'm sort of hiding what i feel could be And you better be careful Because if your not this tree might plant his branch And my children will avalanche The teacher calls my name Great way to k** my vibe She asks do i get this I lie " Yes" She turns I think if we don't get something you just said then why repeat it the same way only slow? On the board it says 8 steps Reminds me of the Company Flow song " 8 steps to perfection" 8 steps to hide this erection And there are 2 things on your chest detection You say math will be the d**h of you Better be careful cause my body might bring birth It would be like an abortion getting revenge Ooh Better be careful cause things will get awkward This room has no windows So we can't even escape into other's people's lives As they drive to wherever they may be going So instead we've escaped into each other Introspection during math lesson The word finals keeps playing in my head like vinyls I tell you i understand why John ditches This conversation finishes But don't worry I'm sure there's more graph paper for math cla**