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