BACKPACK

[Verse 1]
Take my time with all the classes that I’ve had enough of
And by my face I’m always acting like I’m mad at something
That’s not the half of it, I’m sat bored, I act dumb
Slumped back, a ragamuffin
Arduous to listen active, have discussion coupled with this stiff walk cycle
Need to bounce like freshly smacked bums
You’d think I’d lapped this fucking track enough
Sweaty palms, a heavy chin
Heart always asking ‘bout it’s lack of love
First time getting held is in the casket’s clutch

[Verse 2]
I’ve been sitting in the back of class with my phone out, I don’t talk a lot
Eight-thirty on the clock, still feel my head ring with the alarm off
Still my wit quicker than a frog hops
Bedtime’s when my heart stops
Yawn count is in the triple digits by the time I shimmy to the parking lot
Opportunities are gold as fleece you’d dig up out the trousers of an argonaut, uh
I do it all myself and I do it all without my momma’s thoughts
I don't know a thing about my heritage but I’m chopping beats like wood and tomohawks
Beat the shit up with a wooden spoon, I feel like Goodnight Moon the way I garner props
Lots of comments meaningless it’s barkin' dogs
Couple years I’m spawning carbon copies
And I’m in a cabin, old thoughts worthless as the dirt my logs are on, I’m loggin off
I don’t need advice I need a new pipe dream (I don’t need advice I need a new pipe dream)
Some time away from this bright screen, leave beats lifeless, flee the crime scene
Faces evergreen like pine trees, and they crumble at my fist like I’m Steve
Used to worry ‘bout who likes me now I don’t sweat it like hygiene
Hard to function when I’m bundled up need my skin sunkissed like Tom Brady
Missin wisdom from my mom, need to get my head straight, I think I’ve gone crazy
And I’m blowin up like a volcano, write another verse you’re gonna pompeii me (Write another verse, write another verse)
Man fuck that, I had a long day
And I’m tried of lookin at this hallway
Sick of cyclin' through dark places
In December I was almost there, I think I saw the light when I was on stage
Three months I had the whole world, it’s like I’m back to floating round in outer space (outer space, outer space)
All reminders bringing me a sour taste
So I chew my gum and go about my day
Feelin like a vegetable, I’m cabbage made

[Chorus]
This space is foreign
Wish I could count down the days
'Til my plan’s in motion
No good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)
This space is foreign
Wish I could count down the days
‘Til my plan’s in motion
No good at walking in place (in place, in place, in place, in place)