| I swear to god that it’s not jealousy but I’m eyeing em
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| Like I see what they started with, I see what I am in
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| It’s like my mama tried to do me good by putting me in better schools
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| Than what we could afford but then forgot the car I’m ridin' in
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| Forgot the rags that I am in
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| Forgot the money I don’t get
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| Forgot the kids here are fucked up and I’m still tryin in
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| Forgot that I’m on free lunch and all these kids got money
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| Only broke ass kids be lining up, up in the line I’m in
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| Fuck it, I ain’t buying it, I’ma sit here quietly
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| Fuckin' stomach hurted didn’t eat but fuck it I am in
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| The cool kids table cuz of how I act
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| But I don’t want them knowin' that I am broke as fuck
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| Cuz then the jokes start flyin' in
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| It’s too close to home to be funny, huh
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| Suburbs really sucks with no money, huh
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| It’s like they got a hungry kid surrounded by a bunch of meal tickets
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| I’m supposed to just ignore that I’m the bummy one
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| I wish I would’ve stayed up in the hood with my pops and shit
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| Cause what’s the point to higher class unless I fit in
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| Cause I’ve been ditchin' school just to be alone, goddam
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| All that feels a lack of oxygen
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| Anxiety |