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Senior Skip Day lyrics
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Intro
They marked 'em absent. I marked 'em gone. Yo.
Verse 1
Principal watching the cameras like he the feds Checking for passes, we checking for infrareds Hall pass yellow like the tape on the corner Cafeteria food taste like something from a coroner I got a heater in the locker next to the gym Coach asking why I never wanna play for him Cause the court ain't safe, the field is a trap I’m studying physics, avoiding the clap Backpack heavy but it ain't got no books Just paranoia and a couple of dirty looks.
Pre-chorus
Momma want a diploma, the streets want a body I’m dodging detention and dodging the shotty They say I’m cutting class, I say I’m cutting ties Before I end up as a shirt in a size double-X-L.
Chorus
It’s Senior Skip Day for the ones who can’t wake up Yearbook photos just a digital makeup We skipping the drama, skipping the grave Acting like we ain't got a soul to save Empty desks in the back of the row They graduated early to the floor below.
Verse 2
Saw Tyrell’s mom at the PTA meeting She staring at the door like he gonna walk in greeting But he got smoked over a pair of sneaks Now his seat cold, been empty for weeks I sit next to a ghost in English Lit Reading "Hamlet" feeling like I’m living it To be or not to be, that’s the question fr, for real Is you gonna slide or is you gonna squeal? My guidance counselor talking bout college apps I’m mapping out exits and avoiding the traps.
Pre-chorus
Momma want a diploma, the streets want a body I’m dodging detention and dodging the shotty They say I’m cutting class, I say I’m cutting ties Before I end up as a shirt in a size double-X-L.
Chorus
It’s Senior Skip Day for the ones who can’t wake up Yearbook photos just a digital makeup We skipping the drama, skipping the grave Acting like we ain't got a soul to save Empty desks in the back of the row They graduated early to the floor below.
Verse 3
School to prison pipeline, seeing the plumbing Resource officer humming while he drumming His fingers on the holster, looking at me Like I’m another check in his custody They funding the stadium, cutting the arts Funding the handcuffs, breaking the hearts The zip code determine the life expectancy Calculated math, pure discrepancy.
Bridge
I kept his ID card. Laminated plastic. Smells like bubblegum and iron. We was supposed to walk the stage. Now I walk it for both of us.
Verse 4
October 4th lost K-Dot to a stray November 9th lost Juice to the bay January 1st caught a case in the rain February they told me I’m going insane March madnes, brackets busting with the grief April showers bringing nothing but relief May coming up and the gown is bought Hoping I don't get caught in the thought.
Verse 5
Cap and gown fitting like armor today Walking across the stage, hearing them say My name on the speaker, loud and clear For everybody who couldn't make it here I grabbed the paper, shook the hand Survived the jungle, survived the land No more skipping, I’m present, I stand Ten toes down, diploma in hand.
Outro
Class dismissed. For real this time. We out.
Inside the recording
They marked 'em absent. I marked 'em gone.
Momma want a diploma, the streets want a body I’m dodging detention and dodging the shotty
Class dismissed. For real this time.
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