Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit My life like that, I'm feelin' down I'm going home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit My life like that, I'm feelin' down I'm going home Seis meses, só mais seis meses Só mais duas aulas, serei como eles Vou ganhar diploma graduado e toma Idioma é esse, mas não chega em Roma E eu pareço eles, mas não sigo eles Tenho exemplos tristes com um papel igual esse E os meus parentes só querem que eu fique Faculdade é bênção, but I wanna make it big Fui pra um trabalho onde ouvi pra caralho Meu chefe era brabo, I just wanna go Tentei meus lado de artista frustrado Vendia desenho que ninguém comprou Esse é meu POV, desde 09 Eu com microfone, ninguém me escutou Explica essa, Freud, como é que isso pode Eu trabalhando com Polaroid no bolso Então que se foda, cheguei pro meu chefe Só peguei meu cash bem leve e me fui Vendo uma chance de poder ser grande Não perdi meu tempo, já corri pra luz Desde pequeno vivia na média Chegava da escola, fazendo furdúncio Eu logo falava: Rodou toda sala Minha mãe me dizia: Cê não é todo mundo Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't coming down I'm going home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't coming down I'm going home Detaching from materialistic Objects to remain artistic Pray to God, I make it far While I'm driving with this stick shift Washing dishes, waiting tables Swear to God I'm tired of this shit People fussing for an order Throwing tantrums for a soda Margaritas till they throw up Really wish I didn’t show up All these Karen’s wanna shoot em Or at least Batista bomb em I can feel my anger building Sometimes I just wanna scream Quit this job, I wanna leave Wanna see, a better seen Rappers waiting for a co-sign, oh my That’s like begging on the roadside, not I I will get it on my own, I don’t lie Made from the bottom, gotta get my dollars Used to work a 9 to 5 And all night, prayin' for a change And a spot light, ice up on my neck Now it’s so bright, it’s so bright I don’t give a fuck what a hoe say Pull up in impallas, drinkin' rose Not too long ago, I worked at Subway Prayed to God, I made it some way I wanted fame and hoes from run ways I'm living lavish, Monday to Sunday Ain’t going back, to working all day Ain’t going back, to working all day Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't coming down I'm going home Don't you miss me now? Dropped out, still graduated, shit Don't wait for me, I ain't coming down I'm going home