Inside of this plywood Come on in alone yea I always wish that I would Close the door the behind you Lock it when you slide thru Tell no one whats inside you End up on ground I think backpack need a check up Doctor can't do nothin when he bursting from the neck up Dots between the ears seeing house full of a mess-a 2016 Mean nothing when my friends dont mean they best uh Backpacks on the floor again My doctors getting old and its hard to see the board again Letters changing shapes think I needa get some glasses Dont like the way I act I been searching for some classes But 6 7 8 gave a run for my money 19 out the gate got me rushed and running SUNDAY been long gone and I'm guessing that it's nug 2 Ain't with the March the more like it was when we met you Like ohhhh yea ol backpack need new colors Aqua and the vino i been seein red all summer Kick me in the face my roommates would like some love yea More than jus a palace, its a jail for the summer