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