Pencil in remnants of baggy lettermen's
For the heck of it
Ever since I kissed your lips
I'm writin shit I never said
Wishing that a kiss could never end
My pen been bled until its dead
Instead I'm spittin lead
Still in school while my drool pool
I sit, seat, stooled
I was heat before all of it was cool
Shuffling my feet while my eyes feeling cruel
I would duel nah fight to find the fuel
Living in my life
I use the mic like its a tool
Shiver every night
Like I'm sleeping in a pool of jewels
I'm a demon I'm a menace all this hatred is a ghoul
I'm anemic but I'm spending blood
Is it really cool
Looking at my letters and
In Highschool man I never had a lettermen
I want my spot so on god
I can't let 'em in
I talk a lot but on the lot I'd only talk to friends
In my own defence
I never tended
To like any attention
It came to my attention
But I muted till it deafened
Now the way I'm heading
I'm dependent on the aforementioned
I need a scream till it deafen
Hard to adjust
So I keep on hittin dead ends
My head dense corse
In a sense I'm the sort to pour more for me
That's how it been
Now my life a different story
Of dead pens and lead spent
Pencil in for me