By Austin Lin
My grades are long gone, I should probably call up (Salman) Khan
I’m working till dawn, you could probably call me John
You better keep an eye on me, spewing all that irony
Keep up your insincerity, I’m carrying all the prosperity
All these people around me treat me like a star
Dressed like I don’t care, but I be balling like LaVar
Saying I forgot my roots, you really went too far
I be typing up my (college) apps, tapping my space bar
Asking me these questions like “who you really are”
Making all these choices hope, I’m on their radar
I really miss “Fresh Choice” they had a crazy salad bar
To be honest I’m really subpar, people don’t know I can’t even drive a car
But they’re still following me like I’m the North Star