‘Kay, let’s take it back to seventh grade
Never comin’ through to class
Lucky that they didn’t pay attention to my truant #ss
Big fish, small pond
Thinkin’, long walks
Skinnier and skinnier with every comin’ season
Friends with no food on the table but still eatin’ more than I was
Do you have an eatin’ disorder, well sorta, kinda
See, I see it as if anybody sees me eatin’ then they make a f#ckin’ deal about it
Glad to see ya eatin’, I’m just tryna eat my pancakes
In peace so leave me, shakin’ in my sheets
I had to leave my meal, first panic attack
I was barely breathin’, is the planet intact
All my skin is tan like a {?} walls spinnin’
I’m a ballerina, the pulp in my chorus, ayy
Glad to meet ya, then the conversation ends
Never sleepin’ ‘cause my head’ll only concentrate in bed
So started failin’ classes, I was always the smart one
Just ‘cause I could solve equations they thought I’d go to Harvard
My first high schools and I made some friends
And in six weeks I ditched ‘em, moved schools and switched up
MCR, Nirvana, shitty rappers in my earbuds
If they try to talk to me, I’m sorry, I can’t hear ya
Small fish, big pond
All this sh#t gone
Topsy turvy, monster lurkin’
Writin’ multis in math class, geometry homework
Lookin’ for a melody to go with a dope verse
Never really sold it, found a cosign but the sign’s off
Seventeen, all I really wanted was to sign off
For good, I could’ve done it
In English, was gettin’ hunnids
I was leagues above the others
Realized all I ever wanted was another prom so I could write a f#ckin’ novel from it
Now I’m twenty-one with nothin’ but a fountain of potential
Now I’m twenty-one with nothin’ but a fountain of potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but a mountain of potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but I’m countin’ on potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but astoundin’ with a pencil
Now I’m twenty-one with nothin’ but a fountain of potential
Now I’m twenty-one with nothin’ but a fountain of potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but a mountain of potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but I’m countin’ on potential
Twenty-one with nothin’ but astoundin’ with a pencil
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