​j. sula
Routine
[Verse 1]
Wake up, yawning
I hate getting up in the morning
Miss the bus, fucking up
Running fast, but it's not enough
Get to the bus stop
Only guy there is a fucking cop
"What the fuck" and "Where's the bus"
All he says is, "Kid, shut up"
Oh shit
It's Saturday
"Thanks officer"

[Hook]
This is my routine
While I'm crapping, I read magazines
I wake up early in the morning
Drowsy still, I'm heavy on the yawning
Sleeping through the whole summer
When I awake, it's autumn

[Verse 2]
Mom comes and says, "Honey, time for school"
I grumble and say, "That shit just ain't cool"
Then we get into an argument
And she asks where the fuck the old me went
And I yell that I hate her
Fuck, it's not even 7:00 yet
Already I feel that I'm fucking dead
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Matt the Ho]
Josh man, crap thats all i got
From my bigger brother Steven to my little brother Josh
From that father figure tyler to that skating buddy Matt
Josh man, running a pair of socks
This goes out to all the Joshies in the suburbs
The ones with Asian friends who say Chinese words
The ones who were called weird, smart, buddy, nerd
And those who were spazzing sponges who had the serds
Not only are we talented, but we smart as fuck