high school

i never made it to the prom

i was busy stuffing ounces in the bong

you remind me of the high school days where every girl is the same and where nobody gets along

i never made it to the prom

i was busy stuffing ounces in the bong

you remind me of the high school days where every girl is the same and where nobody gets along

she got an attitude problem

daddy's money

coming straight from blue collar

fat ass

coming straight from lil' mama

she ain't got a range but she whip the blue honda

she the one that got the hoes mad

'cause she stay inside her bags

she won't ever love a fuckboy

she the one got the hall pass

just to skip the whole class

she ain't ever give a fuck

boy

i never made it to the prom

i was busy stuffing ounces in the bong

you remind me of the high school days where every girl is the same and where nobody gets along

i never made it to the prom

i was busy stuffing ounces in the bong

you remind me of the high school days where every girl is the same and where nobody gets along

yeah

i ain't made it out yet

i'm still here

and why your boyfriend on his tractor like it's john deere?

and you was in your class

i was at the pier

i'm smoking big doobies

puff 'em down like devil ears

i'm the richest 17 year-old that you ever met

i signed a deal at 16

motherfucker

i'm set

i held my bag over a bitch while i'm watching her back

i got motives and she doesn't but we want the same thing

swear you never live this life

i don't do life

told her

come and get right"