Sammy Adams - I Hate College (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I hate college but love all the parties Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi Can't go to cla**, I'd rather lay up with a hottie Single doesnt mean im looking for somebody Some say they drink blaze up, but hardly Poppin' PK's, ski a little bit of molly Am I out my mind most people say probably But I've been on my grind puffin' nugs of that cali, collie [Verse 1] Pack my bag no parents didn't drop me off I felt lost saw some herbs all wearing Lacoste Couple dudes in pinnies musta played lacrosse Grabbed my duffle and I hustled through the dormitory doors Of course my homie lived on the same floor Soon to blow trees and down to pound Coors Down to pound who*es, out of time though Flow the better up to the whole town oooh I hate college but love getting laid Socialite 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 when skies gray I'm loved by the honies what more can I say I'm just getting paid working like a slave Between school athletics and music its 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 no that's lame Wanna get it in with wizzy, I'm your man Sweating bullets no fan can contain Short to pull it, but quick to amaze I'm looking forward to tours in these planes Seeing the cork popping from bottles of champagne Dear lord taking your name in vain All these sins in college that I made Well well my game's off the chain I last a couple hours tomorrow go insane [Hook] [Verse 2] I can't sleep cause my god damn teach keeps a**igning essays Due at the end of each week But little do they know I got a show by the beach Watching girls flash Wizzy way more than their teeth They mad I'd rather learn flows than their lesson plans But sit me down asking do you get the message Sam? This is your life and you're in school to get righ t Nah, music is my sun and you blocking my light And if I don't blow get high and ignite My life full of lines so my money gets nice Well money's not happiness, you'll only get greedier But sh** it'd make life a whole lot easier And my field gets a whole lot cheesier Dominos bread but still getting meatier But schools good for one thing I must add And that's having a plethora of my vocab Whole bags of verbs that I must grab And throw down like a rich girls bar tab [Hook]