Not enough room in this high school
I’m not a shy dude but when I’m around you
My Ja Rules and haikus are on mute
But whatever I don’t say, my eyes do.
Its like I plucked you out my dreams and designed you,
Your like Megan Fox meets Erykah Badu
Do you like her? Nah dude you high fool?
In my cartoons I somehow always draw you,
With the ladies I’m more smooth than Elvis,
But around you I’m David after the Dentist,
And when my friends sensing that I’m pensive,
I start getting defensive and pretentious,
Like she cute, but she ain’t that beautiful,
But I’m just mad that the feelings aren’t mutual
I silently move to the tempo,
But till then I’ll be waiting in the friend zone
At first she wasn’t down, I had to kick the dust and punt,
Tried my lines on her, but she broke down my front,
Trying to make plays, trying to make it right,
She said it was out of pocket and told me to take a hike,
Around her I was stuttering & fumbling,
Ignorance is blitz, she asked if I was rushing things,
Cant be MVP and get us a ring,
Other dudes that envy me, I was hustling,
didn’t need it all, I was cool with a field goal,
It’s not a cleat when I say she had a steel soul,
Drunk texting, she lateral’d the message,
intended for another girl, but it was intercepted,
She said you’d be better as a buddy Frak,
But it was always her, I kept running back,
Wide open, calling her from the end zone,
But till then I’ll be waiting in the friend zone
She told me that she’d rather be friends,
But that tan line is where morality ends,
And I don’t wana damage ya friend,
But maybe I want more, does insanity end?
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020
