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(Cause I ain't goin out a sucka, no way)

I Hate Remix.

I college but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
king of the class I'd lay up with 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 most people say prolly,
but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

Pack my bag no parents didnt me off,
I fell off, saw some all wearin Lacoste,
a couple dudes in pennies must a lacrosse,
grab my duffle and I hustle through the doors.

Of course my homie on the same floor,
soon to trees get down to pound pros,
to pound ho's, out of tempo,
is flow developed to tha whole of his voice.

I hate college but gettin' laid,
Social life swagger at night the sun fades,
check my sun shades bout upgrades,
I can't see the no more I feel great.

My eyes 20/20 so with skies gray,
I'm loved by the what mo can I say,
I'm just paid workin like a slave,
between school, athletics, and music all day.

So invite ya friends to play,
you the invite if you miss it don't complain,
if ya lucky get a kiss but miss know lame,
wanna get it in wit I'ma yo man.

Sweatin no fan can contain,
to pull up but quick to amaze,
I'm lookin forward to tours in place,
seein the pop in tho bottles of champagne.

lord takin your name in vain,
all these sins in college I made,
well my games off the chain,
I'll last a hours tomorrow go insane.

I hate but love all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
of the class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, up, but hardly,
poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly,
am I out my mind most say prolly,
but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)

I hate college but all the parties,
finishing kegs and bottles of Bacardi,
king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly,
PK, skeet, a little 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 sleep cause my God damn teach,
keeps essays due at the end of each week,
but little do he know I show by the beach,
watchin girls flash Wizzy way more they teeth.

They mad I'd learn flows in they lesson plans,
but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?",
this is your life you need 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 happiness only get greedier,
did a make life a whole lot easier.

And my feel gets a lot cheesier,
Domino's bread put gettin meatier,
but school's 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 girls bar tab. (Tab tab)

I I hate but love all the parties,
finish finishing and crushing bottles of Bacardi,
I of the class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,
single mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some some say drink, blaze up, but hardly,
PK, sket, a little bit of molly,
am I out my mind people say prolly,
but I've on my grind puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli coli)