Glass House II

[Verse 1:]
I'm wishing I could spit my college applications
This stress is distressing me, that's why I have to make it
My friends want to be doctors; me? I lost half my patience
Killing time until '17 class graduation
I'm magic like pulling rabbits out of a hat
Music put my studies off, pulling habits out of a rap
Heard they still insist I'm lame, man they have to be smoking crack
Your future wouldn't be looking up laying on your back
I come from where they thought MAC-11's Apple computers
I did not come from where strangers will pick up gats to shoot ya
Emulate legends, sin by the sevens
Radio sounds like a debate on how to best evade heaven
I'm making me in a waveform
Comparing your favorites to me like seeds to an acorn
See me in the lab rubbing hands together, and I'm not tryna stay warm
Plotting all these plans to get paid more
Nose to the grindstone, getting started on my homework
Got nothing done when the sixth hour's over
Swear I could time travel, just can't master the backwards part
Two to eight o' clock flew away, and I still have to start
Average Joe, but my name's not Joe and just drop the average part
Wizard shit; chamber of secrets is half of half my heart
The day you see JR come out of a battle with battle scars
The day I say that rap isn't fun the way mathematics are

[Verse 2:]
Raise the drawbridge, dude is all in
Raps are solid, see above it, neck's the longest
Boy's an ostrich, and I'm ballin'
What the cost is doesn't call it
I'm the wrong kid to be proddin' with a long stick
Where's the problem, I'll resolve it
Never novice, spit a rocket
Launchin' flawless, Donald profits
Trump your squad & start a mosh pit
Not as modest as I was as just a young kid
If you want it, you can have it
Boy is monstrous as the Loch Ness
Newton Law spit, get reactions
When I drop shit, in the cockpit, on my Han shit
Quit the talkin' bout the odds is
Mil to one, kid, I'm the one, kid
All of August, I was crawling, to my drop and
Then I dropped it, throwing darts at raining droplets

[Outro:]
If you see me walking on the street just say wassup
There used to be a time when no one even gave a fuck
And I'm not blowing up
And I don't know what time it is
But I don't think that being famous could be half as nice as this
Well then, what is there to do it for if you're not platinum bound?
Sitting on my parents' couch, wonder what to rap about
Songs for girls are too played out
But everything you do's played out
Then before you know, you're middle aged
And you said you would take a little break