D-d-dropped out, I was 17 Wasting all my money, mixing dope and lsd Man, mama said "don't get ahead of me" But I don't wanna finish college, I got hella dreams Well, I don't know what's gotten into me Ever since I stopped pretending, it was history Dropped out, I was 17 Now I've got more freedom than I've ever seen
Life don't have directions And I been tryin' to quarantine The thought of heaven in the meantime I've realized I've been there before All the doors are closed Wanted so much more Now it's nice to know There's no inner me Or a victory It's all costumes, funny dances to
D-d-dropped out, I was 17 Wasting all my money, mixing dope and lsd Man, mama said, "don't get ahead of me" But I don't wanna finish college, I got hella dreams Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into me Ever since I stopped pretending, it was history I dropped out, I was 17 Now I've got more freedom than I've ever seen
I dropped out, now I pop out At nobu in a bentley coupe With the top down, my smile white My skin glow and I smell good too And I work hard, I save money I don't drink, 'cause it make me sick And I wonder how my teachers feel When they hear my song, thought I wouldn't be shit, oh, yeah
I don't know what's gotten into me Used to dream of this and think about it constantly I dropped out, I was 17 I don't gotta fuck with all this drama I got hella dreams
Okay, this the type shit that make my hands fall asleep, oh, yeah Low blood sugar and some more caffeine, caffeine I don't need loving but I want that cheap, yeah, yeah So much luck that I've laughed to pieces, yeah
Dropped out, I was 17 Wasting all my money, buying 1p-lsd Mama said, "don't get ahead of me" Well I don't wanna finish college, I got hella dreams I don't know what's gotten into me Ever since I stopped pretending, it was history I dropped out, I was 17 Now I've got more freedom than I ever seen
Compositores: Matthew Tyler Musto, Aaron Curtis Harmon, Randall Todd Findell ECAD: Obra #29359317