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I hate math


I hate math

In this shit I don´t see my path

It is worst than taking a tabasco bath

Before every exam I am so nervous that I become a sociopath.

 

Everybody tells me that everything is numbers

But in real life I just see numbers in girl´s body

I want to leave math and have a life like Zac and Cody

Because my other solution is to put my name in the exam of somebody

 

Trigoso, I am done with this mother functions

I never find the x and I don’t know why

I doesn’t matter how much times I try

My grades keep going down and not going high

 

The problem is that I need to pass

Or in the future I will work cutting grass

For a nerd that have a good life

Just for knowing the square root of 69

 

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