Just got off a shift, and I'm studying for finals
Monday, I'm coming in, dead on arrival
Tryna give this essay a title
Listenin' to T. Whack, so I'm on a high note
Chamomile in my swill, pull an all-nighter
Christina Aguilera and Shakira, I'm a fighter
When I need distraction, I'm a writer
Try to find a way to get out of this nailbiter
Eight hours on my feet, four hours 'fore I sleep
Four 'fore I wake up, then I suffer for the week
Though it's not the worst week that can happen to me
Cause I'm celebrating our month anniversary
It hurts for me, making songs cursory
So, I take a long time on a verse and beat
Make the words complete, and the verses mean
Exactly what I want them to mean
My mind needs Sunoco
Because my grind is on slo-mo
My thoughts are trapped in the ozone
But I'm hoping for SOHO