Lying in my bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Gotta quit worrying about homework.
I heard the clock tick; it was 6 a.m.
Darn it, I need to get up and break the yolks.

Where's my brewed coffee? Where's my cinnamon roll?
Pancakes gone; maple syrup too.
Fried rice charred; milk's expiration today too.
Empty stomach, empty fridge.

Oh this can't be right.
I could be a little late for class.
Still trying to sit in this majestic throne.
Releasing gas from my ass.

I told my professor I'd be there at 8 o'clock.
Bet Im'ma hear some words.
Blamed my alarm for not ringing.
Oh, lucky, she's right next to me on the bus.

© Havoc