Kenneth Watts - School Days (feat. Jayden Cyprian) Lyrics

Got on my reebok loafers
Niggas watch out, me and jay hopping over
Play my cards right in solitaire
Don't like you niggas
You know you ain't solid here
Uh
Reverse the card now uno
In her dms might f*ck her
Who knows

School started two hours ago
I know I'm late
I'm just waiting for summer
To come by earlier
A mile ahead you can call me the early bird
Yea

Might drop out lose my principles
Can't have my mom checking my pinnacle
I don't really care about niggas subliminals
They think they lyrical, spiritual, miracles

180 Days
7 Hours in em
I'm just saying
Think about all the memories you can make in a school day
I've been here for 20 seconds
And I think I'm boutta
Pass out for the next 6 hours
What the teacher say?
Oh I don't really know I wasn't listening
Question what's an antonym and synonym

Niggas we killing em
I got the cards and we dealing em
Kenny and Jay, yea we saving em

Bell rang today
90 Minutes each class
Losing track of time how long will it last
I forgot something
So running back
Kenny and jay
Yea we run this track
I'm running to class
7 Minutes I'm late
I was a second late before you closed the door
Now I'm stuck outside for a second more
Hey you there can you please open the door

School days getting in my way (Messing with my pay yea)
7 Hours I'm just tryna get this pay (Messing with my pay yea)
School days getting in my way (Messing with my pay yea)
Tryna expand on my bank account
Y'all already know what I'm about

School days ain't so fun
Tryna find love under the sun
Tryna count these ones and get up some
(School days ain't so fun)

Me and Jay like Kobe and tracey
School lunch ain't so tasty
Got some homework that's overdue
Busy tryna bring in some revenue
Ain't nothing new
Like bino said the money is tight
You know that's right
It's on my mind
Me and the crew finna shine
Talking like niggas it's our time
We on our grind
R.I.P Craig mack
DWWL we attack
And I ain't got no worry
Not tryna wake up early
Gotta get a bus in a hurry
Watching movies from the 70's yeah
And my friends ducking felonies, yeah
And I'm ducking bad tendencies, yeah
And I've been ducking homework for days
My mom said I'm stuck in my ways
Too bored in class sometimes
Pass the time writing my rhymes
Shoutout to Copo
Friends say I got an ego
Shit I should let go
Nah I'm just confidently lost
Becoming a shell of me
What's the cost
Lost my project in my backpack
Life turning episodic-like flapjack
Two spaced put from coast to coast
Niggas in my class be doing the most
And the girl I just texted went ghost
Four corners of my mind
Still can't find the time
Wanna chase a dime
Wish I could skip class for summertime
Fake friends promises turned hollow
Left me sorrow
Real ones I got tho
Drama rains down I need a poncho
System filled up with confusions
Real one might be illusions
Wish I could just be home
But I'm sitting in a classroom and still feel alone

School days ain't so fun
Tryna find love under the sun
Tryna count these ones and get up some
(School days ain't so fun)