"Hoodie"
Back in the back of class
Nobody paying attention
So I yell to get my a**
Known, and I end up with detention
Somehow with my hood on
I feel like a damn hoodlum
My mom calls me that
I can’t believe no one’s noticed
I’m about to dip out
In the secret dream closet
To go on the top of the school
And demand for people to give me hell
Fingers sweating, arm’s numb
Jammin’ to Kelis, hold on
I won’t take my hood off, no
And take away how I express myself
Pull the knob; slip out, dark and scary
Spider-webs, no comfy bed to sleep in
While “We Were Soldiers” and all
I don’t feel like paying any attention to y’all (either)
Twisted as I write with someone else’s utensil
When I could just be using my stolen pencil
Not like the person noticed any way
I told you, if I disappeared, no one’d say
Where’d Errick go?
Did anyone see him leave?
Where’d Errick go?
Did anyone try and retrieve?
Where’d Errick go?
Did anyone stop teasing?
Where’d Errick go?
Teacher: Enough with the speaking
