Its finals time, so I’m on my endless grind
Buried so deep in my books, I can’t even see sunshine
ounces of espresso, redbull by can
drinking caffeine till I get shaky in the hands
So many stimulants coursing through my body,
The devil couldn’t stop me, so neither will Gulati
That’s why I’m taking notes till my pen runs out of ink
Running off so little sleep, that it even hurts to think…
Finals are the worst
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