I climb up out of my bed feeling like I'd rather be dead
tryin' to go back to sleep but I gotta go to school instead
sixteen pizza rolls in the microwave to start my morning
every tick of the clock, you can hear my exaggerated yawning
My boy rolls up in a v-dub golf with a dutch and a sack
Twist that shit up, smoke half and save a roach for when we get back
I'm the mayor of this school, always keepin' externally cool
internally battling conflict, swimming in existential drool
I keep my eyes closed when I scurry through these halls
Running into these daemons, always failing to catch my fall
I've known most of the people for the entirety of my life
but I hate most of 'em, all of 'em love me 'cause my house is tight
I live paycheck to paycheck, keeping all of my grade high
I'm talking about my schoolmates, not my academic drive
workin' at arcadia dental with my highly corrupt mental
always fall asleep on the job even though I never mean to

Friday's here, 16 heads in the gazebo
we all about the weed smoke, dividing a box of blunts for all my people
bitches acting ratchet while we're having some band practice
smash bros in the background, everyone on a couch or a mattress
I got my parents upstairs, and they don't even fucking care
about how I'm black out drunk surrounded by strangers having nightmares
Sometimes my sleep is fake, and I just don't know what to make
of these conversations people having about this life of give and take
My favorite part of the night is when I'm finally done entertaining
Smoking a cigarette in the open garage alone while it's raining
keeping parties maintaining's got me psychologically draining
and I wish I could be refraining from this way that I'm complaining
always hiding in the bathroom stalls, barely going to class at all
dean of students wondering where I am, trying to give me a call
The trials and tribulations of an adolescent loss of patience
Yearning for any opportunity for me to leave my footprints

I got the weight of the world on my shoulders crushing me like a boulder
I keep my past archived in neuropathological folders
memories still haunting me from 2003
when I intuitively learned my destiny
a pseudo-compassionate selfish ball of fucking nerves
born with a life sentence, feeling like my time's been served
life's just a game, only got myself to blame
I let petty shit eat my brain when there's nothing to gain
I'm trying to keep myself sane, let the negative drain
easier said than done, suppressing emotional pain
I feed into this shit, I'm such a hypocrite
I never learned my lesson in 2006
from that tricky bitch, who's still around kickin' it
always making me sick, puffing on the same weed sticks
developed a fear of finding happiness
Inviting people over my house I never wanna chill with

feelin like it's 1920, you can call me the great gatsby
I don't even talk to anyone who I invite to my own parties
it's hard to be, american dreamin' when these bitches be nothin' but schemin'
too much weed and drinkin' to give a fuck about what I'm feeling
what goes around never comes around for yours truly
spread love around and get nothing back but psychological cruelty
every night at my house is like an infinite halloween evening
bitches by the masses wearin' facades and trick or treatin'
and you better be drug dealin' if you want your dick gobbled and eatin'
I peep game on the evening saying to myself here we go again
It's come to my attention how many names I'll never mention
using nothing but pronouns to steer away the tension
So much gnar power I turned the whole district up
I want everybody on my team, nobody missing the cut
thought I was digging my way out, but I'm just digging myself in
welcome to the story, year of the gnar, hope you enjoy listening