October Samuel - Underachiever lyrics

[Intro: Issa Gold] "We just want people to think. Boom. That's it" [Verse 1: Mr. White] Used to be I had to rush the bus and miss breakfast Now I can't give a f**, skip cla** like records Record myself, and hope to make some f**ing cheddar But life ain't easy, like breezy's, so I still get f**ed o'er regardless I'm on my moniker, monitor behavior, i'm reckless But i'm so far gone, even I question my purpose But I earned my charisma, and the verbs that I splurge with My team on every other period while we neglect our learnage Or was it just me, underachieve? I doubted every area their pathway took me Got stuck in my mind, genius to a wannabe But i'm lucid, f** with this rapping i could make it all a dream So f** if I gotta get messy Bless me with rhymes, I gotta shine No restrictions, walking, like the hallway, after science I'm stunting, no phd I'm growing, spite that slavery No offense to Mr. B, but I can sing well enough Without your f**ing C, plus I got a knowledge, working to maybe college Only grade I got was "Great job Son" from Mom when I stopped trying Exercised my mind then Maybe i'll get a co-sign sh** i got that Chem test Chem strains seem more like my line I'm not saying i'm a slacker Potent rhymes is my grind Say "asalaam alaikum" to the life of live or die I guess it ain't a bad place to live We are just a couple bad kids [Hook: Mr. White] Sitting in the hallway, alone like always Bells go off regardless, the fact it's 5:40 Got my tummy rumbling gotta eat, no money I hope in 5 years i'll be the same not bummy In a rough spot I'm getting down, (Damn!) Studied lyrics stead of my vocab, (Cram!) sh** if I get k**ed tonight or not, (Blam!) If I left a life not soon to be forgot (Augh!) [Verse 2: Mr. White] Went from protege to be the teacher You students Lost interest in picking and choosing textbooks now i'm prudent In cruising my mind for rhyming sh** to convey my message With a little bit of ripping and k**ing for texture Hope a f**er OD, i'm too big to measure, gotta love my humor I gesture, a middle finger up The most i got was tips in my cup, outta luck Got drunk on the power, flipping it up Mixing a drink and some d** f**ing the rough, get high on the love Make magic and music combine with my tongue (Augh!) Flung me 'round from home to home I got No love for flaunty bros who show-who show, their f**ing stock I keep my poker face behind a loaded deck a cards Never gave a damn bout no rule book So I just-I just discard it like it was Schwag If I graduate today or not, got so much in stock No math final can foresee if i'll make mama proud or not Lost my sensibility in "Four Loko" cans and the pot But that's the past and this is not… am i right? They like to call me a failure I ain't impressing you f**ers Call me degenerate, you kiss your f**ing mouth to your mother? Other f**ers get lucky, I get stronger and more lovers My music was like a "Fun" song, no good covers I'm an underachiever, but believer in second chances Who'm i kidding i'm crazy to think rapping is in my rider damnit Drop a couple troubles and just live Maybe light another damn spliff [Hook: Mr. White] Sitting in the hallway, alone like always Bells go off regardless, the fact it's 5:40 Got my tummy rumbling gotta eat, no money I hope in 5 years i'll be the same not bummy In a rough spot I'm getting down, (Damn!) Studied lyrics stead of my vocab, (Cram!) sh** if I get k**ed tonight or not, (Blam!) If I left a life not soon to be forgot (Augh!)