The Cool Kids - Looseleaf Paper lyrics

Yea, check it [Verse: Mikey Rocks] I'm a real dude with real problems, real issues I live life just like you do: I eat food, stayed up late nights grindin' to the tissue Grandpa gone, but God is still with you I guess d**h is just another form of rest But, nonetheless, I ain't in no rush To be another body laying on the coroner's desk, I'm fresh to d**h Well, I ain't really tryna be that fresh On this rap tip, he clips you next. So you on deck? Be calm Yo, how am I supposed to be calm When I'm tired of being on deck like Tony Hawk And I grind the same, so n***as is all talk I feel like I'm getting strangled by angel halos Ironic, I know it is, the chronic for older kids Hooked on phonics, ebonics is for the slower kids Time provided, I'll show you just what a poet is I know what it is, yo. See I'm Angel Hat high while you Grade Po-low And I still go deeper than most I kick rhymes with a steel toe, reason to boast Keep my head above water, man, keep it afloat And if I start sinking I know I got a couple n***as with me in my boat Shoot three at my head, homie Man, before it's all said They gone give you foreign exchange just like Fez No Eric, no Red, no Donna, no Kelso, this ain't that kinda show So, while you was hanging out, down the street Doing the same old thing that you did last week I was off inside the lab augmenting my speech And all you haters do is sleep, ya'll could rest in peace. Peace