Check In

[Verse 1]
Every morning I wake up and I basically lie there
With tight eyes, like wise, or a wide stare
Grab my phone and I send a text to my dearest
Automatically I get spirit and think in lyrics
I hop in the shower for bout half an hour
Minus ten minutes so when I finish
I get in it, my fitted, look in the mirror: no blemish
Methodically set up my gear like a chemist
Watch on the wrist with my favorite necklace
Check it, put on my kicks and then I wreck this
Eat some breakfast and then I prepare my lunch
But since I go to school its earlier, so I think it's brunch!
Gotta get caffeine in my bloodstream
Empty my tea, fix my jeans and get dishes clean
Start the car to warm it up and wait in shotgun
Going to school to get some knowledge and drop some!

[Chorus]
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!

Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!

[Verse 2]
Early if I'm lucky for extra time with my honey
And then off to first period, I love it, not being funny
English is my thing cause I can start rhyming
And the timing is Macbeth so I'm a Scot King!
I shake a stick at Shakespeare and my fist at math
I can't divide by half and I just do not like stats
Nothing against numbers, but really, I wonder
If I don't learn Pre-Calc I going to be a blunder?
That's great that an explanation mark means factorial
But why do I care about some weird polynomials?
No math tutorial, I'm just far too bored
The monotony is torn for periods third and fourth
A rapper slash actor in the flesh. Fresh!
I learned in Drama is that I will always say yes
I improv from the top with lack of oxygen
And finally I get lunch before I feel too boxed in

[Chorus]
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!

Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!

[Verse 3]
Bell rings, ding. Late to fifth period
I walk my girl to class and climb up the pyramid
3 flights of stairs is putting a strain on my lungs
Ironically it's health, I don't play dumb
Forget history, sixth is now chemistry
Mixing ingredients and science seems dead to me
But really when it comes to this I'm hardly able
That periodic table does not look stable
Last period I stumble in as the bell starts to yell
And I can tell that the nothing in here excels
Chinese might be the biggest time waster
10 years with this class, talk about us placers
Finally pack up and time to go home alone
Carrying text books like tablets made of stone
Finish the homework and get on Facebook
Sneak call my baby and sleep: my day in a look!

[Chorus]
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!

Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Reality Check 1,2,1,2
Before we get to three, check in with me!