student 1 - lung lyrics
[verse 1]
i jump into my socks
i jump outta my box
that is self made afterwards
i jump headfirst in
seldom do i do the line before
that sh-t asinine and more
i jump if i dont know it
fighting and i’m flying till the student is a poet
confines are fine but if it’s mine i’ll outgrow it
anything that is restricting imma break out of or show it
stubborn from the jump
bumpin lil pump
jumper teleporting my focus from any one thing to another
as a rate of 5280 feet a minute now
rolling doobies up hearing bout the cut but i’m in it now
turn a head and spin it now
left or right behind the wheel
how im ‘posed to begin it now
nerdy as a motherf-cker just like every other part
of it all, love it all
ur equal to me do not pretend that ur above it all
covet all, what a sin
easy confiscatin’ that
so i can -ssume the world leaders know where satan’s at
prolly know his coordinates in longitude and latt-tude
prolly chill with him so pardon my having an att-tude
as well might
as well jump
around this house of pain like this world ain’t a dump
jordan with the jumper if the games to play pretend
so now i’m undercover tryna make this bullsh-t say the end
[chorus]
two bands on me, i ain’t talkin’ bout the money
two bright ones, i ain’t talkin’ bout the sunny -ss
days with the haze in my lung all day
haze in my lung all day
two bands on me, i ain’t talkin’ bout the money
two bright ones, i ain’t talkin’ bout the sunny -ss
days with the haze in my lung all day
haze in my lung all day
ya
[verse 2]
breaking doubt, breaking out, break away, break it in
don’t mind if i, the fly reply-less loser, do making win
after win fabricate up out the f-cking air in a jiffy
unaware stare hippy keeping care level iffy
level up
they level off when i do
offing thy crew
offering no mercy be the very often high lu
i do this often but it’s not the f-cking often i knew
i’m still knocking while u was talkin’ sh-t and scoffin’ i grew
coffin-ing you
cough cough, ain’t even silver in ur lining
line up with my crosshairs and begin ur resigning
what i tell to followers of you
that’s if you
to be foe
apropos
of yo dry
2d flow
oh my d-mn
i demand
my f-cking money in my hand
and i promise i won’t use it on anything that important
pick apart my sanity with apathy and poor print
of my “oh my word” word helping out when yours didn’t
stones and sticks quips, and crooked specs
abstract (abs tracked) like 6 chips under my pecs
i brainstorm wherever lightning and thunder directs
i’ll dissect sets getting in the way of it too sir
wayward as a b-tch, and u know that’s for true sir
backpack and a dub, u know what it do sir
i’m 37 victors way before i’m a lu sir
i’ll be valedictorian while u need a tutor
[chorus]
two bands on me, i ain’t talkin’ bout the money
two bright ones, i ain’t talkin’ bout the sunny -ss
days with the haze in my lung all day
haze in my lung all day
two bands on me, i ain’t talkin’ bout the money
two bright ones, i ain’t talkin’ bout the sunny -ss
days with the haze in my lung all day
haze in my lung all day
ya
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