Homework In My Head

[Verse 1]
Woke up with a weight on my chest
Backpack packed, heart still a mess
Mama say "focus," teachers say "grind"
Everybody picking pieces off my mind

Scantron bubbles, bubble up stress
Grading our worth by how well we guess
Hallway laughs, but it's masks on faces
Smiles like stickers over empty places

Scroll through a feed full of fake confessions
Kids joke dark, that's real depression
Counselor booked till the end of the year
So we just tag memes, turn pain to a cheer (yeah)

[Chorus]
School got us stressed, got us pressed, got us pressing
Turn little kids into walking confessions
Numbers on a page tryna measure our expression
Wonder why the class all wrestling with depression

Wake up, bus ride, same sad session
Bell ring, brain ring, silent aggression
Dreams in detention, hearts in suppression
Tell me why the kids keep catching this depression

[Verse 2]
They say, "These the best days, you gon' miss it"
But my best days feel like a prison visit
Bathroom stall is the quietest room
Where we carve out jokes in the shape of doom

Honor roll, honor this, honor that
But who honor the ones that just came back
From a bad night, red eyes, fake grin
Acting like the dark didn't just roll in

Pop quiz, panic, palms start sweating
Every small L turn a life-long lesson
"Participation points," speak or be gone
How we supposed to talk when we barely hold on (hey)

[Chorus]
School got us stressed, got us pressed, got us pressing
Turn little kids into walking confessions
Numbers on a page tryna measure our expression
Wonder why the class all wrestling with depression

Wake up, bus ride, same sad session
Bell ring, brain ring, silent aggression
Dreams in detention, hearts in suppression
Tell me why the kids keep catching this depression

[Bridge]
We don’t need more gold stars on the wall
We need one real call when we fall
Less "man up," more "stand up with me"
Less "grow tough," more "grow free" (grow free)

[Chorus]
School got us stressed, got us pressed, got us pressing
Turn little kids into walking confessions
Numbers on a page tryna measure our expression
Wonder why the class all wrestling with depression

Wake up, bus ride, same sad session
Bell ring, brain ring, silent aggression
Dreams in detention, hearts in suppression
Tell me who gon’ help us carry this depression