First Song
• Written by Anonymous
J Dub here tryna make it to the top
Grindin all day til my body just fuckin stops,
Will I make it to the top or fail and just flop?
Frantically jumpin around like a trout
outta water thought I had way more clout, but it's over, Mars Rover,
back to the books Sal Vacara
What ya lookin at? Who ya kiddin? Think you got it in you? Well?
Cut your losses right here, the struggles real, all I gotta say is Ballyhoo!
Looking back at the previous year Fuck 'nell, Fuck greek, fuck Ithaca yo
Not knowing I'd spend 4 years of my life in a shit hole
This is the diary of a grown man,
The only way I can cope as a Cornellian
Some times my world seems dim like a dying fire,
my only desire is to burn brighter
pass the gasoline, spark the lighter
if you need that shit, yo I'm your supplier
I got hella bics chillin on my roomies desk feelin
OD cuz I jacked like 6 nah'm sayin?
Like a hood rat stealin', I know i'm better than that
Not even tryna run the streets and pack my gat
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