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Its Time To Wave Goodbye to my Future
Nothing-Left But-Regrets and to Fire My Tutor
With my Wrist cut Around the Size of a Ruler,
Im on the Next Plane Out to the Island Of Losers
Verse 1:
Only Time-Will-Tell-If These Hypothetic Winters
is the reason high school kinda left me 'Shivered'
Answered all my questions with Psychedelic Pictures
My Planes Crashing Near These Island Dwelling Figures
They said my name was Forrest And To Always Dot The I's,
Cuz i Aint-Smart i used to 'Trade-Marks' Like a Copyright (?)
"Psst, No Way's taking agriculture... Pass it along"
But I got expelled the first day for PLANTING a Bomb!
Every Lunch I'd have to Serve Kids Soup With a Knife
Cause i was in the back, bending Spoons with my mind
More-Cigs Before-Gym? Well I Aint Stoppin at One
So every Phys Ed I'd Play Dead While i Coughed Up My Lungs *Choking*
They said taking things literal was a Dumb Decision
Cause I started every Drama Class by trying to Dump My Bitches
When I Got Kicked Out For Life Cause i wasn't an American
i flew a plane into the school and Blamed it on a terrorist
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