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Did you really think I'd just chill and forget? No After catching you with games While mocks hit my head—so cold, too cold You— You two-faced, chill-wasting dopamine You're a fool If you thought I’d just let grades drop this low Now all I see is BITS, BITS, oh, BITS 300 in my head, head—PCM in my head, oh Mocks coming in hits, hits, hits Now all I see is BITS, BITS, BITS Did you really just say "Bro relax, English LR’s a breeze"? Nah I’ll remember those lies When the timer screams "one minute
