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letra de untitled song #1 - max

school’s a sh-tty place
where everyone gets displaced
dreams are crushed
ambitions wrecked
the teachers are incompetent
yet everyone wants us competent
how can they teach me
if they can’t understand me?
you wanna teach us to sing some russian
why should we do that without a discussion
at least tell us what we will benefit
whatever is , mention it, sеttle it
settle thе question , it’s only a suggestion
you never did anything wrong
isn’t that what you sang?
i just don’t see your vision
you ain’t even in our division
it’s not even our decision
you chose this condition
yet you hate it with such precision
you can live with it
you want me to sing your italian?
well go f-ck your italian
i don’t care about any wannabe romans
why should we go through all the motions
while you’re scrolling on the phone
watching everything with a tone
when you talk you sound so bored
like your stuck in the monotone
you talk about the undertone
quit the talkin’ get to teachin’
stop the bullsh-t, get to the point
yeah i can’t sing on the beat but what does it matter
i can’t sing your pop songs so now you can stop the rattle
we all know you won’t stop the babble
you’ve f-cked with me cause i can’t sing the cup song
what knowledge have you even bestowed?
you gave us headaches, what do you know?
it’s “impossible to make me flow”?
look at me now on the grow
rapping some sh-t to show
you all what i can throw
you throw at me that blow
you’ve f-cked my grade now it’s an eight
guess how many f-cks i gave?
none you b-tch this is music class
you ain’t who you think you are
no singer, no teacher, that’s what you are
f-ck off, i won’t stand in your karaoke class
my second issue with the piece of sh-t we call school
is the filler class called arts we have in school
it’s mandatory what can we do?
nothing, that’s what they want you to do
arts can screw off, i don’t care about your color shading
all i know is that you’re shady
sitting there while we’re shading
telling us to be quiet
while we’re about to start riot
how can you keep us under control?
in your class all we draw is bridges , peaches, ridges
what’s the point?
tell me why i have to stay to hear your pointing?
that i have to use a b2 pencil, shade the shadows softer
it’s arts, not math, maybe grade softer?
everyone has a 10 right?
yet you constantly complain about our rights
or our wrongs, how is it?
are we a rowdy class?
are we a quiet class?
are we the worst class?
tell me
you won’t tell me would you?
you always preach about helping us learn
but when we yearn to learn
where is the concern?
you’ll let the class burn
you aren’t that stern
you let everyone walk over you
there is nothing new
a bridge now
the bridge we drew now we will view
the same deja vu
i ain’t no artist, you know that
you are an artist, i’ll give you that
you have no soul in your craft and you know that

- max

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