(Cause I goin out like a sucka, no way)
I Hate Remix.
I college but love all the parties, finishing kegs and crushing of Bacardi, of the class I'd rather lay up with a hottie, single doesn't I'm lookin for somebody.
Some say they drink, up, but hardly, PK, skeet, a little 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 didnt drop me off, I fell off, saw herbs all wearin Lacoste, a couple dudes in pennies a played lacrosse, grab my duffle and I hustle the dormitory doors.
Of my homie lived on the same floor, soon to blow trees get down to pros, to pound ho's, out of tempo, is flow to tha whole town of his voice.
I college but love gettin' laid, Social life swagger at when the sun fades, check my sun shades bout upgrades, I can't see the haters no more I great.
My 20/20 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 it's all day.
So invite ya to come play, you the invite if you miss it don't complain, if ya lucky get a but miss know that's lame, wanna get it in wit wizzy yo man.
Sweatin no fan can contain, short to up but quick to amaze, I'm lookin forward to in these place, seein the cork pop in tho of champagne.
Dear lord takin your in vain, all these sins in college I made, well my games off the chain, I'll last a couple tomorrow go insane.
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 doesn't 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 been on my grind an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I hate but love all the parties, kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm for somebody.
Some say drink, blaze up, but hardly, poppin PK, skeet, a bit of molly, am I out my most people say prolly, but I've been on my puff an ounce of that coli. (Coli)
I can't sleep my God damn teach, keeps assignin essays due at the end of week, but little do he I gotta show by the beach, watchin girls flash Wizzy way more than teeth.
They mad I'd rather learn in they lesson plans, but sit me asking, "Do you get the message Sam?", this is your you need school to get right, Nah, "Music is my sun and you my light".
And if I blow, get hot and ignite, my full of lyin till my money gets nice, well not happiness you'll only get greedier, shit did a life a whole lot easier.
And my feel gets a lot cheesier, Domino's bread put steak 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 a rich girls bar tab. (Tab tab)
I I college but love all the parties, finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi, I king of the I'd rather lay up wit a hottie, single doesn't mean I'm 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 been on my grind puff an ounce of coli. (Coli coli)