Doodles in my notebook, Doodles on my sneakers
Doodle on my desk and get in trouble with the teachers
Going to the games, just to chill under the bleachers
Damn, doodles are to teach us

Wasn’t one to pay attention, wasn’t one to sit still
Wasn’t born to die sad, Wasn’t born to pay bills
For real, food for thought, a meal
I was born to write this down, and try not to go and kill
myself yet, born to entertain,
born to tell everyone ideas in my brain
made to make milli and then tell my mom I made (it)
I can’t really say it, until I get famous
If they wanna laugh, they can go ahead
I swear to god, I’ll write songs, until I’m fucking dead
Doodles in my notebook, till the day I’m gone
Doodles in my brain to go write a fucking song

(Chorus)
Doodles in my notebook, Doodles on my sneakers
Doodle on my desk and get in trouble with the teachers
Going to the games, just to chill under the bleachers
Damn, doodles are to teach us (x2)

Lessons we would never learn, inside a classroom
Thoughts in my mind, gotta catch em, never pass through
Play a sad tune, if I’m in a bad mood
and write a love song, if I wanna jam dude
If you wanna chill we can do that too
Chill and watch cartoons, i’m in tune
Doodle in a heart or two, draw angel wings on you
Maybe draw a halo, and maybe draw myself too
I sit at home, and I play every vinyl
Spin it on a record player, until my final
day on this earth, got work in a while
Cop a new style, draw you a smile
I’d rather chill at home when they wanna have a party
Write down my brain, all at once with a sharpie
Coolest show in world first, coolest show in town
Now I’m feeling nice, so go ahead and slow it down


(Slowed Down, Deep voice 1st time, regular 2nd)
(Chorus)
Doodles in my notebook, Doodles on my sneakers
Doodle on my desk and get in trouble with the teachers
Going to the games, just to chill under the bleachers
Damn, doodles are to teach us (x2)

(SINGING)

Damn, and a notebook’s where I write my rhymes
and a notebooks where I paint my mind
I use a piece of paper to escape reality at times
and when I try, these people act like I’m the one committing crimes
Oh no, here he goes, ranting and blowing the air out his nose
telling the people, he want it to go, (and then)
making me think, about all of his flow, (again)
Wow, How?, word of the mouth,
piece of potato came off of the couch
talking about how his music is loud (and how)
he don’t wanna, fit in the crowd
Wow, he thinks he’s special
he acts like devil
pedal to the medal when I’m living in a temple
hella sentimental like hot as a kettle (little)
“I can never settle”
“I’m so mental”
“I always, wanna win a medal”
“instrumental so cool be gentle”
“I am just the most judgmental
I swear to god, belong in a kennel”
there I go again, like rental
spit out my thoughts like it’s dental
so stupid, I’ma lose it
I’m confusing, I won’t do this
why do I choose, take the bruises
always loses, boo’s and whoo’s
Like my name was Dr. Suess its
flat out dead, just how poetic
none of this is
I’ll forget it
Message sent it
Every cent it’s
making sense i’ll
check my senses, check my voice
check my rhymes
Make sure I get my percentage
Never meant it, yes they said it
Said the same thing about Kent and
V-tech, don’t forget to mention
this is the kid they suspended
Taking all his styles blended
by age ten I had amended
this the kid that up and ran
this the kid who drew on hands

(SINGING)