Verse 1: bring it from paper to the mic That's what I like to do on rainy nights When the lights out notebooks what I take out And break out this flow you listen to Falling like snow but its June In an endless sand dune of my mind trying To get out but I just can't my dude There's nothing I need to prove I just do what I wanna do I don't wanna sound rude I just tryna tell the truth In the corner eating baby Ruth on my ASUS Watchin Netflix don't do Hulu Turning cla**ic guru goin plastic fake food Sleeping mattress catching snooze Games over you lose Greeks call me Nike like the shoes Rap or YouTube I just can't choose Spit coming out rain Getting words from my brain I might go insane cause I can't find my own lane Or sign my own name Cause I'm afraid ill buy the wrong thing Or ill get more than I played for And the devils over my shoulder telling me to pay more But I just get the pain more But that's not what I aim for Just wanna get my name known Before I perish off this green stone And my body leaves my soul I got to study for this test I'm obsessed with my laptop and the world wide web Searching the internet like