(Cause I goin out like a sucka, no way)
I Hate Remix.
I hate college but all the parties, kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, king of the I'd rather lay up with a hottie, single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.
Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind most say prolly, but I've been on my grind puff an ounce of coli. (Coli)
Pack my bag no parents drop me off, I fell off, saw some herbs all Lacoste, a couple dudes in pennies a played lacrosse, my duffle and I hustle through the dormitory doors.
Of my homie lived on the same floor, soon to blow trees get to pound pros, down to ho's, out of tempo, is flow to tha whole town of his voice.
I college but love gettin' laid, life swagger at night when the sun fades, check my sun talkin bout upgrades, I can't see the haters no more I great.
My eyes so sunny with skies gray, I'm loved by the hunnies mo can I say, I'm gettin paid workin like a slave, between school, athletics, and music all day.
So invite ya to come play, gave you the invite if you it don't complain, if ya lucky get a kiss but know that's lame, get it in wit wizzy I'ma yo man.
Sweatin no fan can contain, to pull up but quick to amaze, I'm forward to tours in these place, the cork pop in tho bottles of champagne.
Dear lord your name in vain, all these sins in college I made, well my games off the chain, last a couple hours tomorrow go insane.
I college but love all the parties, finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi, king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm for somebody.
say they drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind most say prolly, but I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I college but love all the parties, finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi, king of the class I'd lay up wit a hottie, single mean I'm lookin for somebody.
say they drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my mind most say prolly, but I've been on my grind puff an of that coli. (Coli)
I can't cause my God damn teach, keeps assignin essays due at the end of week, but little do he know I gotta by the beach, watchin girls Wizzy way more than they teeth.
They mad I'd rather learn flows in they plans, but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?", this is your life you school to get right, Nah, "Music is my sun and you my light".
And if I blow, get hot and ignite, my life full of till my money gets nice, well money's not you'll only get greedier, shit did a life a whole lot easier.
And my gets a whole lot cheesier, Domino's bread put gettin meatier, but good for one thing I must add, and that's a plethora of my vocab.
Whole bags of verbs that I grab, and throw down like a rich bar tab. (Tab tab)
I I hate but love all the parties, finish kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, I of the class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.
some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, sket, a bit of molly, am I out my most people say prolly, but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli coli)