rollercoasting

Yo, chilling in the back of my friend's car

We are an odd few but act like people are subpar

Speeding through the block a lot of women look hot

Walking with the sword tucked hoping I don't get caught

Blood still flows from my head to my toes

And I still chose to end up stuck in my mattress

Beat for boredom and to relieve stress

Paint to beats so I can just think less

Taking my time to write my rhymes while in college

Graffiti the walls with my name just for the message

I text the homies Thursday to forget about the luggage

That we carry throughout the week we enjoy being sluggish