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Thoughts in physics class


Hello how are you doing

I'm tired because the coffee wasn't brewing 

And I smell like a pack of cigarettes

Can't focus on these school projects

I'm just not in the mood, you know

But school's a place I gotta go

I had to skip 1st Hour though

I don't like that teacher, she's a hoe

Just kidding, but she's hella dumb

And I bet she thinks that we're all dumb

I'm an impressive young man

With no fucks and no plan

Just sitting in my own world

I'm surrounded by like 7 girls

But I'm feeling this poem-typing shit

Maybe it's 'cause I'm kinda lit

Yeah, I smoke before school

No I'm not trying to be cool

I'm past social conventions

This Music has my attention

Freddie Gibbs-Learn to Duck

That's a song, look it up

And if you listen to good rap

You should give me a tap

Elemental

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