Student 1 - Bored lyrics

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Student 1 - Bored lyrics

[Verse 1: Student 1] You guessed it, drunk with energy I be so kilo, trunk is ten of me That tendency to be that tedious and terrible tear up a team Ass n***a noggin wallowing if you be enemy Get in the tomb im the doom stan dummy Declare your so called big boom clan crummy Just can it, im on that f** everything sh** Staying so ludicrous you think your luck heavy? bring it! I bet it's belligerently low, the flow i stitch together Be so cold, pa**ers-by will be pa**ing the robitussin Round as i astound, standing in some sh**ty vans Shutting traps, gutting wraps, and ripping yo pretty plans UP Off an upper, often a persistence Of pushing people with poor pertinence out my perimeter Mister Lu your limiter, know that me losing is loco Im lowkey a god I don't remember where my limits were Uh, k**ing spree on ya team Tomb the terribly bad, I been trippy as a dream Trip on a cigarette like loosie with the lucy I be lu see what you will it will not be what it seem I am not an exception, I'm a hotter inception Letting the inferno extend to the middle and end I bend my back but it's not needed to beat you The petite of the potatoes i cook you up and i eat you Like the middle of your missus, my dinner plate You snooze then you lose, im the sly winner mate Say hello to hell, like thy sinner fate As I go jump and hide in her while you hide in her hate So hideously abysmal, a bozo, get busy boozing Im a bison made of iron you won't live up to a musing Of mine, y'all are minor men, can't go and devour danger Damn y'all are grounded, whats a plant to a power ranger? The correct answer? Part of the ground Parted to bits and in the scenery decorating the warzone Warning, more torn, many more mourning If your wish is war I score while im scorning [Hook 2X: Student 1] Bored I'm bored You should catch up cause I'm not even trying I'm bored [Verse 2: Student 1] Plot hot shot calling baby any spot My thoughts go over heads like projectors in your school Injector of the cool and the tool for distraction Be my affluence of affable, no fool in my faction They be after Mr. Afework, what the team will never be Cleverly stay ahead and wait for foes to sever me Every day they try to do it again But failure is their forte, they should be through with the pen But uhhhh I want to live a life inserting money grubber hands In the flubber lands, rhythm racking in some rubber bands Ribbons and a first place, tie worst case Serenade a sea of people at a rehearsed pace Space head quick to catapult a peso Para mota, munchies and a spanish word or 2 All the adversaries that randomly vanish burden Lu Body you before your start and then I banish your debut Shut down any professor don't tell me what I can't do Your degrees are paper, don't need one to understand you I just need a mental and a pencil and papyrus And I'll dilate any iris while you're tripping off what Ann drew So you're not even listening Maybe you should LISTEN more Til you hear saliva smack when I speak Like I'm black and I'm geek, I'm for sure gonna stun em' Hoines drop it like Coines, E pluribus unum And now the whole pack stay gone Scribble it in crayon Get the floor to shake yelling hoodies up for Trayvon I'm A1 Unreal Unidentifiable I move and keep my head down, and keep my f**ing brain on I came to get my doe, I Hunt the game with no lie Dear no f**s what he tucks with a bowtie So why continue!? best you don't begin to When a line of mine is TWICE the energy sitting within YOU 1 day I'll get to 3, forward imma do me 5 times better than a bar mister Lu free Frequently be sick soooo I should be up in heaven But nah, I'm too lucky homie call me 7 My tyranny be tumorous, oh my is ity malignant Imagine my reality detaching from the figment Label still an ignoramus soon as I get ignant You can blame it on the clique, or the pigment Imma call it being bored

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