A Teenager's Perspective Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Write me a song in mixolidian
Or mixolodian
Bust me a mytholodian
I ain't your local historian
Sellin' lemonade on the street
In the heat
Need me some fresh meat
I take a seat
Bend over
Stretch my knees
And then my shoulders
Get back from the war lookin' older
These papers won't sort themselves into order
What do I know 'bout gettin' older
The more you live
The more you hate
The more you got up on your plate
The more you know about your fate
What do I know 'bout gettin' older
The only thing you graduate
Is to a wheelchair
From a stroller
Let's talk about everyday shit
Why does it lead to the segregation
Of the population
Of our nation
'Fraid of gettin' shot
With a pop
In my classroom on the spot
Left to rot
Fist fights almost daily
See it on the Instagram reel by Bailey
Makin' music is the only thing I like to do
When I get up all I think about is goin' to the stu'
That's a lie I like doin' other things too
Flyin' drones, BMX, hangin' out, goin' back to school
Gettin' over trauma feel like it's a past life
Takin' drugs have me wonder what's that bright light
Nightmares, they got me turnin' on my night light
No more dreams, no more drugs, PTSD comin' to a close
Then I wipe my nose 'cuz I'm sick
Worry 'bout my choice of clothes feelin' slick
Listen to the voice it grows
And you watch me doze
Make sure that no one knows
Wake up at 8:00 am after the rooster crows
Feelin' kinda bad now feelin' kinda bad
Feelin' kinda bad right now
Feelin' kinda bad right now
I might go to bed right now
Feelin' overwhelmed now feelin' overwhelmed
Feelin' overwhelmed right now
Feelin' overwhelmed right now
Tryin' not to delve right now
Write me a song in mixolidian
Or mixolodian
Bust me a mytholodian
I ain't your local historian
Sellin' lemonade on the street
In the heat
Need me some fresh meat
I take a seat
Bend over
Stretch my knees
And then my shoulders
Get back from the war lookin' older
These papers won't sort themselves into order
What do I know 'bout gettin' older
The more you live
The more you hate
The more you got up on your plate
The more you know about your fate
What do I know 'bout gettin' older
The only thing you graduate
Is to a wheelchair
From a stroller