Lyrics:
I put in my semester hours
I'm still learning about life
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I've been playing with knives
Naive mentality unmindful of my
I found my super powers
And I smoked a bit of sour, class is over in an hour
Like why the semester ain't over yet?
And they some young bulls tell
trying
I know that I can finish through cause I'm resilient
She say i'm intelligent, bitch I'm brilliance
I just did my first semester, running up
You said goodbye an hour ago
But you're still here
Calling me names
If I felt handsome
I know what I would do
But you're still here
Countering
about to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child
Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher
Semester to semester, ravin' with
about to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child
Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher
Semester to semester, ravin' with
to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child
Yeah, yeah and there ain't nobody fresher
Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers
The first semester away at college
Is possibly the worst time to make friends
You’ll make them
But you’ll probably get it all wrong
Throughout no
Soaked in sweat, in the summer
Waiting and shaking for months in the comfort of home
Not so far away at all, Just down 75 but the half hour drive
time for the wrongest crowd
Swept away in misplaced trust
His former life collecting dust
Well first semester's flowing past
Blue hair elastics in
me feel better
It didn't work now we're getting back together
I wish I could hibernate like a bear
Reliving last semester's nightmare
'Cause I need
you know the kind
Been to more this semester than all my past semesters combined
And I'm tryna find a space to breathe
Eying this place, wondering if I
And sure don't care about tomorrow
Empty bottles, to end the sorrow
Wait
What the fuck am I talking about though?
Got high on my semester's grades
Fuck this
in the morning
And now we're here
Early signs of autumn
My skin catches chills
Not ready for the semester
Not ready for summer to fade
Not ready for
lost my momentum
At least I'd finally get some sleep
Instead I spent the past half hour
Looking for something I don't need
Oh, long drawn out games
I'm playing
We been putting in the hours (Yuh!)
Bouta feel all our power (Pew pew!)
Battlefield call it Broward (Bow!)
Battlefield call it Broward!
They like the music but the final semester grade don't be feeling me
No, I'm not really asking for your sympathy
I'm just asking that you sit down
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along on the Boblo boat
Uh, on our
hours I still see your light
And when you cry don't you know that I am crying with
You?
When people put you down, yeah way down and you feel
Like you're
Traumatized from witnessin' homocides
Rappers I idolized are dying like all the time
I'm fried, man, ya'll don't manage your time trying to balance the hours
whenever I talk about her
She came in at my darkest hour; she was my shining star
My head aches whenever my mind reminds me of how broken my heart still is
a drafter
She spend more hours on twitter
Ride a big dipper
It's a roller-coaster
They doubted Young Nater
We riding Nater
Cat got they mouth
They keep
Went to college for a semester
All it taught me was that college ain't for everyone
I'm not like everybody, so I left
My mom still supported but she
was rough but now you're in 16 hours
Of French literature and art history
Protests made headlines and smoke, but you didn't go
Rather speak on the phone
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