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letra de elementary - cathcart

[verse 1]
i’m sick of rapid aging man, i’m eighteen, casting votes
calculating asymptotes and annotating anecdotes
i need an antidote, give me a massive dose
of classic coke, take me back to those days of cracking jokes
and passing notes back and forth, back in fourth grade
we would laugh and snort, have a short day, jeans that i wore frayed
i was cr-p at sports, played like a wacky dork
never keeping track of score, stayed out at half-court
tryna make a basket, like a weaver
but i was never good at tetherball either
thought i was forever smaller, but was getting taller
and was getting tolerant of whether y’all were
ever gonna mature, wasn’t up to much, sure
we were nothing but pure, back when we were getting
knowledge for free, as small as could be
focused more on what we wanted to be
than a college degree

[chorus]
i wish i could go back
knew i’d have to grow up eventually
but at the time, i didn’t realize what it meant to me
oh, i wish i could go back
i know today i’m still making memories
but i was in my element back in elementary

[verse 2]
back before i was teen with a phone addiction, barely
know what it means just to own a dictionary
we’re alone, it’s frickin’ scary
but also connected, it’s hollow just getting
your follows accepted and autocorrected
we’re all so affected, but not so protected
we live our lives up on the internet
feeling so fly, but we’re caught up in the web
would share my lunch if i sat near ya
in the cafeteria full of bacteria
but wouldn’t even dare eat the greasy square pizza
they keep in their freezer, the hysteria
was so tangible, but we were untouchable
a comfortable bunch of fools with stomachs full of lunchables
and gogurts, i would always go slurp
i remember people yelling “yo, squirt!”
before i hit my growth spurt

[verse 3]
i wasn’t old yet, only growing
i had no debts, didn’t owe men
didn’t know death, what’s an omen
and marveled at my cold breath, building snowmen
thought i was so deft, i was only ten
i but with no x, not a roman
i was protected, and clothing
i had chosen had rows of text
i was a pro at tests, now i just protest
cuz the con of tests is they’re just contests
they can be interesting, but sometimes i’d rather be ripping out all of my
intestines than be in testing
i still detest all the tests
but recess was the best
cuz we’d get to destress
and never had regrets
our school placed silly bans
on marbles and silly bands
on the playground, always raced ’round, like a greyhound
stayed proud, always made sounds that were way loud
and quite nasal, wish everyone was
still proud that i’m able to fill out a times table
but now, it’s time to table my childlike, playful
style and find the way to get out of my cradle

- cathcart

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