[verse I]
Early morning I wake up late
It was eight,forty five,being not-punctual is what I hate
All I want is to improve my grade
The lecturer ask us what is vertex
I don't know what the heck he is saying
knowledge is what I lack
more or less, life is a race
im worried about exam that im about to face
back to the point lecturer talking about active phase
of labor,he talk so fast, im in a daze
they talk about baby expulsion
I don't care,I'm daydream nation
distraction easily fool me to the point of obsession
wrath like a lion,like dandelion
blown by the wind all direction
damn,I didn't read for tutorial
24/7 drooling over hot girl
i cud tell by his face,my lecturer disappointed
he must be saying what a disgrace what a waste of my youth and time
,education should be my prime,i know my effort sublime
sorry sir,I reform,transform no more under perform
time to use my brain to brain storm
nothing can stop me from study,not even thunder storm
slowly but surely, I will stop be silly,god please bless me
let me be the best
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