Текст atlas – red

Ready, set, and begin
Red

You ain’t never see a rapper bring bars like this, nah
Or drive cars like this, yo

I’ve got, senioritis and I’ve had it since my freshman year
What that wasn’t clear?
Sorry I slept a lot
Wasn’t prepared, now I’m buzzing and scared
A couple bucks up in my pocket and a brush through my hair
But my luck was impaired
A senior student? Jesus
And in a couple months I’ll be of age, I can’t believe it
I refuse to accept I even fit these images
‘Cause 12 years past me like 15 minutes did
And I’m awful, yeah and leather don’t sink
They say he made is own paper and he bled his own ink
I used to quantify time via episode links
Then my left just Ed, Edd, and Eddy-ed from the void to the brink
Heads ‘gon roll, ships ‘gon sink
And I’ll still be in love when my eyes don’t blink
And I’ll still be forgetting text books
And I always forget the best hooks
But that’s the way that it goes
I keep shaping my pros
With the craziest flows
Eyes glazy or closed
Either faded or dozed
Either lazy or sleepin’
I had all summer to think, imma save my brain for the weekend

You ain’t never see a rapper bring bars like this, yeah
Or drive cars like this, nah
Or go hard like this because I haven’t got a license and I’m still a fucking kid
It’s Red