Contraband lyrics

Wake up, this backpack is packed full of contraband I'll take the next bus out of here I'm peddaling as fast as my legs can carry When I'm dead, please don't bury me in the ground Sunspots in front of your eyes You press them with your fingertips I hope you won a prize A slap in the face and white powder in your eyes Ride, study, ride, study, ride Get back to work To heal the shame that's killing your pride Ride, study, ride, study, ride Open your eyes Or are they glued too tight to see What's three feet in front of me