Well college is over,but I don't miss a shit still,
I'm back on the streets with more weed and bling wheels
Night-outs or day-ins,I don't care about jobs yet
I make more green than MBAs from fight club bets
I'm sitting in the back seat of some friend's car
Ain't home till midnight, on way to the next bar
Coughing up more smoke than logs with dying fire
Stuff in my dude's coat is gonna take us all higher
Bottles and cans down on the floor,beer and vodka,
Man,I heard last night your lil brother got caught,ya?
Where up now fellas,come lets go,I need some more weed
Jason on the wheel's passed out,now I'm on the front seat
Gimme the keys,lemme turn left, my homie's crib is right here
Turn up the stereo, just feel the music release loud and clear
We're there,lets go man,Aye Preeti step out,here take a hold
Fuck,guys take a look I think some shit's wrong,she's too cold
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