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Yah ahh, yah ahh, ah
Yah ahh

I didn't go to school, uh
Mom called me, asked: What are you doing?
I go to second period, yah
But then I didn't go in, lost in a thousand thoughts
So I puff on marijuana
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok

But I felt a bit wasted at school, uh
Mom already knew
Come on, but what does it matter if I freak out, yah
I didn't fit in there
I let it go when I saw a whore
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok
But I felt a bit wasted at school, yah

Always at the back desk, uh
I don't know the formulas, yah
You can't tell me no
Don't distract me, if I talk then I screw you, uh
Too easy, thanks a lot, yah
Too many fakes How's it going?
Fuck off and tell me what you need
I enjoy saying no
How am I? I don't know
And if I know, I'll come and tell you that you talk behind my back
Yeah right, I say I don't know
I'm not in and if I am
With people like you, I stay cold, yah, uh
Twenty missed calls, I don't give a fuck about anyone
My head explodes, the phone too, yah

I didn't go to school, uh
Mom called me, asked: What are you doing?
I go to second period, yah
But then I didn't go in, lost in a thousand thoughts
So I puff on marijuana
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok

But I felt a bit wasted at school, uh
Mom already knew
Come on, but what does it matter if I freak out, yah
I didn't fit in there
I let it go when I saw a whore
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok
But I felt a bit wasted at school, yah

Bro, wait a moment
What are you talking about?
Do I have to dress like this to be your friend?
Hell no, hey
Look, bro, I'd rather not dress up
I laugh, haha, I don't give a shit about you, don't think about you
Thanks mom for making me a bit different
Nice plot, nice shit, when I think about it
I get lost in a thousand thoughts, yah, yeah
And you telling me what to do
I don't listen to you at all, bro, yeah
Look where I am without you, bro, eh, yah, but

I didn't go to school, uh
Mom called me, asked: What are you doing?
I go to second period, yah
But then I didn't go in, lost in a thousand thoughts
So I puff on marijuana
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok

But I felt a bit wasted at school, uh
Mom already knew
Come on, but what does it matter if I freak out, yah
I didn't fit in there
I let it go when I saw a whore
So son of a bitch, stay away from my troubles
You don't matter, not at all
You talk and I say: Ok
But I felt a bit wasted at school, yah
I felt a bit wasted at school, yah
Ok, I felt a bit wasted at school, yah