Lyrics Killing Time - Heems

I'm bored, I'm bored (Hima)
Oh, no, man, I feel weird
I'm trying to get the motherfucking fuck out of here
Before there's flowers here
And sour tears
I'm looking forward to knowing how power feels
Powerful, power is knowledge
They sum up my life with my four years of college
I know first-hand words is money
I learned they coded language, observed these dummies
Feel bummy and crummy with no food up in your tummy
So I'm like funny how
While I teach you sunnys something
Apparently, if your parents be the sons of important parents, it's a parody
It's a cakewalk
It's collusion
It's a lot of big words, it's confusin'
It's hard to go to college when they profit off of jailing
Give a fuck about rent if you can't make bail
The coded language, they call that law
Himanshu in the corner with the Bobby Brown jaw
They said "Bobby Brown fault"
Who knows what Bobby Brown saw?
Bobby Brown Jindal never lobby brown cause
I'm like Lucky Luciano
But more pronto with bravado
While I'm chilling, sipping bottles
And ignoring all these models
Keep that? like?
Then I look at my Movado
Hop in whip and then hit bottles
See my shorty, then I cuddle
I don't care if you think I'm cool
Have the shoot with the pool
I challenge fools and dudes
And damage 'em,? cool
A savage and stupid dude
Who managed to cram in school
A scavenger with no tool
Who'll handle and ravage you
Himanshu, how you rap about stacks and base now?
Miss when you rapped on tracks 'bout John Basedow
Now I'm spaced for days until my face pound
I'm wild and dying, lying with my face down