I Hate College

Ain't going out like a sucker, no way

I hate college remix

I hate college but love all the parties

Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi

Can’t go to class, I'd rather lay up wit a hottie

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly

Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali

Am I out my mind? Most people say probably

But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)

Pack my bag no parents didn't drop me off

I fell off saw some herbs all wearin lacoste

A couple dudes in pennies must a played lacrosse

Grab my duffle and I hustle through the dormitory doors

Of course my homie lived on the same floor

Soon to blow trees get down to pound coors

Down to pound hoes, the outta town boy

Flow developed to the whole town of his voice

I hate college but love gettin' laid

Social life swagger at night when the sun fades

Check my sun shades, talking about upgrades

I can't see the haters no more I feel great

My eyes 20/20 so sunny with skies gray

I'm loved by the hunnies what more can I say?

I'm just getting paid, working like a slave

Between school, athletics, and music it's all day

So invite your friends to come play

Gave you the invite if you miss it don't complain

If you lucky get a kiss but miss know that's lame

Wanna get it in with wizzy I'm your man

Sweating bullets no fan can contain

Short to pull up but quick to amaze

I'm looking forward to tours in these plains

Seeing the cork poppin off bottles of champagne

Dear lord taking your name in vain

All these sins in college that I made

Well, well my games off the chain

I'll last a couple hours tomorrow go insane

I hate college but love all the parties

Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi

Can’t go to class, I'd rather lay up wit a hottie

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly

Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali

Am I out my mind? Most people say probably

But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)

I can't sleep cause my god damn teach

Keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week

But little do he know I gotta show by the beach

Watching girls flash wizzy way more than they teeth

They mad I'd rather learn flows then they lesson plans

But sit me down asking, "do you get the message sam?"

This is your life you need school to get right

Nah, "music is my sun and you blockin my light".

And if I don't blow get hotter, ignite

My life on the line till my money gets nice

Well money's not happiness you'll only get greedier

Shit it'd make life a whole lot easier

And my feel gets a whole lot cheesier

Domino's bread push steak get meatier

But school's good for one thing I must add

And that's havin a plethora of my vocab

Hold back to verbs that I must grab

And throw down like a rich girls bar tab (tab, tab)

I hate college but love all the parties

Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi

Can’t go to class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly

Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali

Am I out my mind? Most people say probably

But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)