Lyrics I DON'T GO TO HIGHSCHOOL - Pouya, Mikey the Magician

I DON'T GO TO HIGHSCHOOL

Don’t believe in love, it can turn you to a bitch\nI can’t love a soul, maybe we all don’t exist\nRather be breakin' down a beat up in my lab\nRather be the first one to act and throw a jab\nWanna be fully automatic with the strap\nWanna see six fingers up way in the back\non the bus and take a nap\nOughta be me for the day and relax\nIf you wanna make it out the mud\nAll you gotta do is get up\nIf you want a million-dollar ride\nAll you gotta do is set the vibe\nIf you wanna make it out the mud\nAll you gotta do is get up\nIf you want a million-dollar ride\nAll you gotta do is set the vibe\nYeah, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on\nA to the B to the 6 reigning supreme 'til that motherfuckin' what?\n'Til that bell ring, bitch\nWe comin' live from 2023 to infinity, all year long, day to day\nWe 'bout to fuckin' blow the top off this bitch, man\nALL BUT 6 in this motherfucker (Yuh, yuh, Baby Bone)\nHigh school dropout, richer than your mom and dad\nDrop a bag on a stupid bitch just because I can\nPull up to the show, they goin' crazy for this Florida man\nBaby Bone can’t fuck a bitch who suckin' dick on OnlyFans\nALL BUT 6 the clicka, better get familiar with the gang\nShogee in the cut a scary sight, he ready to run a fade\nFat Nick got the pistol in the club 'cause Zingler let him in\nHippie bitch don’t fuck with me, she said I was such a pessimist\nI might cop a Glock, use it once, and then throw it away\nI might look alive, but I’m really just duckin' my grave\nI might look productive, but I’m really just wastin' my days\nGettin' wasted, just waitin' for me to fade away\nEvery day is a distraction, laughin' to the bank\nEvery day is another chance, so don’t give up today\nEvery night, I look up at the moon and I can feel my pain\nSurgin' through my fuckin' veins, rottin' in my fuckin' brain\nIf you wanna make it out the mud\nAll you gotta do is get up\nIf you want a million-dollar ride\nAll you gotta do is set the vibe\nIf you wanna make it out the mud