I walk into class and settle to a slouch
Slap a note book on my desk and my face is Oscar the grouch
Listening to the professor talk and I just don't care what about
I'm just staring out the door cause I just can't wait to get out
I'm the stereotypical
Super cynical black who slacks
So of course my course to graduations isn't on track
Not be childish cause I'm not one to complain
But since they say all the world's a stage I'm just trying to entertain
So to put this simp-aly
This is my soliloquy
And me
Dumping my brain just before I go insane
Sitting in my room like gee Matt
You got a test next week
Fill out your intern sheet
And study for the GMAT
Used to lust for the corporate life like I'm my father's son
Now I'd rather make beats and write so school's become bothersome
So without the thugs bones is coming to crossroads
Ultimate ultimatum figure out my life or become a lost soul
I'm slowly coming to a metaphoric fork in the road
In my humble abode a fiasco sewin' woe like Cecil Rhodes
So close to being done with school but still anxiously itching to go
Bitching I know but I'm tired of my life moving so slow
Instead of waiting for my change like Sam
Cook it up myself that way I can say that I am my own man
It's time to take control of this ship like a captain
And not worry about what the future brings
Because whatever happens happens
Slap a note book on my desk and my face is Oscar the grouch
Listening to the professor talk and I just don't care what about
I'm just staring out the door cause I just can't wait to get out
I'm the stereotypical
Super cynical black who slacks
So of course my course to graduations isn't on track
Not be childish cause I'm not one to complain
But since they say all the world's a stage I'm just trying to entertain
So to put this simp-aly
This is my soliloquy
And me
Dumping my brain just before I go insane
Sitting in my room like gee Matt
You got a test next week
Fill out your intern sheet
And study for the GMAT
Used to lust for the corporate life like I'm my father's son
Now I'd rather make beats and write so school's become bothersome
So without the thugs bones is coming to crossroads
Ultimate ultimatum figure out my life or become a lost soul
I'm slowly coming to a metaphoric fork in the road
In my humble abode a fiasco sewin' woe like Cecil Rhodes
So close to being done with school but still anxiously itching to go
Bitching I know but I'm tired of my life moving so slow
Instead of waiting for my change like Sam
Cook it up myself that way I can say that I am my own man
It's time to take control of this ship like a captain
And not worry about what the future brings
Because whatever happens happens
( Matt May )
www.ChordsAZ.com