Lyrics
Man, this place fucking sucks yo
Expressing strong dislike for the current situation at prep school.
Fuck prep school man
Reiterating a negative sentiment towards prep school.
This place is bullshit
Describing the dissatisfaction and frustration with the school.
That party last night
Reflecting on a non-existent party, feeling isolated and focused on creative pursuits.
Oh wait, that's right, it never fucking happened
-That's why I sat alone
-Locked in my dorm room
-Just fuckin' rappin'
-Fewer dime pieces than an empty piggy bank
-Don't got no weed, don't got no drank
-Get so depressed
-In the student center
-Fall asleep
-And forget to eat dinner
-Can't tell you what I learned in school
Discussing struggles in academics and resorting to coping mechanisms like vaping and tobacco.
Most likely caused by how much I burned in school
-Only way to get by in this place
-Is just to throw down the money
-And buy yourself a vape
-Of course we got some other strategies
-Step one, grab some Skoal, and pack of Faggy D's
-Step two, find something to spit in, please
-Step three, leave it for forty-five minutes at least
-When I look back
Expressing regret and frustration about attending prep school.
I wonder why did I come here
-It's only been two months, I can't believe I got a whole year
-I'm so done with high school, like a fucking drop out
-Fuck, where's my keycard
-And I'm locked out
-That party last night
Repeating the theme of isolation and unfulfilled social experiences at the school.
Oh wait, that's right, it never fucking happened
-That's why I sat alone
-Locked in my dorm room
-Just fuckin' rappin'
-Fewer dime pieces than an empty piggy bank
-Don't got no weed, don't got no drank
-Get so depressed
-In the student center
-Fall asleep
-And forget to eat dinner
-Man, I hate prep school (Ayy!)
Explicitly stating hatred for prep school, its restrictions, rules, and feeling reminiscent of middle school.
Hate restrictions (Ayy!)
-Hate every little rule (Ayy!)
-Feel like I'm back in middle school (Ayy!)
-Now tell me what I'm supposed to do, to
Expressing a desire to have fun on campus, criticizing the environment, and anticipating graduation.
Have fun on this campus, dude
-This place sucks, and that's the truth
-Prep school goggles got me thinkin' that ugly girls is cute
-So I'll go on about just patiently waitin'
-Count down the days 'till my second graduation
-Only six more months until Summer vacation
-Can't wait 'till I get the fuck out of this place and
-Party my ass off like Ash Roth
-Get higher than a space ship, blast off
-Fears goin' down, I'm gettin' wasted, that's all
-Prep school is like a pillow
-'Cause that bitch is so soft
-That party last night
Continuing the narrative of uneventful social life, depression, and isolation at prep school.
Oh wait, that's right, it never fucking happened
-That's why I sat alone
-Locked in my dorm room
-Just fuckin' rappin'
-Fewer dime pieces than an empty piggy bank
-Don't got no weed, don't got no drank
-Get so depressed
-In the student center
-Fall asleep
-And forget to eat dinner
-Man I hate prep school (Ayy!)
Reiterating hatred for prep school, dissatisfaction with classes and social aspects, and a wish for escapism through alcohol.
Hate these classes (Ayy!)
-Girls have small asses (Ayy!)
-Wish I could just get plastered (Ayy!)
-Man I hate prep school!
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