Текст песни R Embassida - Grant Little Favour

Here’s my room at school, right?

Where I keep tucked away

Virginia wolf and me, this is where we stay

Modern lit is dense, right?

But everything’s okay

I’m working on my thesis everyday

Now since my laptops verging on collapse

I keep long hand notes and xerox scraps

In a hand-bound book that drips with old school flair

But this unique approach can be a drag

When you keep the whole thing in your bag

And suddenly the goddamn things not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

It’s not there

Dear Professor Thompson, this is deb, you’re my adviser

I am writing you to ask a little favor-

Question

I know when we first met you made it very

Very clear that under no circumstances

Be they medical, emotional, familial or chronic

Could we ever ever turn in something late

But dear Professor Thompson, I’ve a little situation

And I’m hoping you will show a little mercy on me And grant me an extension on the first step of my thesis

Yours

Thanks in advance

Hugs

Shit

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