[Verse 1]
Is college about thinking, working and learning?
Or a collage of drinking, flirting and yearning?
Mirage, blink, already the calendars turning
Building for my future, I’m just tryna enjoy the during

They’re all just stupid numbers but “you gotta get good grades”
Who's got tumblers? Pour me a vodka Gatorade
Stop and drop your bank roll, just tryna get paid?
Fuck being a doctor, I’m just tryna get laid
Decisions rash? Nah, I know I'll never finish last
I could still pass if I went to class trashed
Prof thought he taught em what they asked
But I found the answer at the bottom of a glass
Some can't pull it off, its like there’s three of me
3 - 9 that’s my GPA and my BAC

Fuck Rose, pour four shots in the O.J
Pour four more cups, lets get drunk for the whole day
Lets roll jays, of course the entrée to our liquid
Spliffin in Air Force Ones, getting presidential lifted
Residential Assistant? is you buggin? Damn
The only R.A. I listen to is the Rugged Man
A degree is needed for life to go smoothly?
I agree, but shove it down my throat, you tend to lose me
Telling me to get a good nights sleep to soothe me
Truthfully? Just get me floozies and booze me

Already drunk when we came to the pre-game
Guess we rename it the pre-pre-game
Drinking formulas like it’s a race, grand prix mayne
Damn I’m gettin crazy, not even tryna seem sane
Drink like you dehydrated, I ain't wasting drips
Ugh, I’m getting wasted bitch
Straight or mixed I’m tasting this
Chasin shots cause I ain't got no patience, shit
Enough preparation, lets party in frat basements
Or wherever they be hiding that treasure
Cause we’ve been drinking like forever and ever
Now its time to endeavor for carnal pleasure
Pressure time, no more time for leisure

Head out to the get out
Bitches wearing red out
Hungry for flesh and must be fed now
Looking fresh, while all the guys head scout
Party bumping, now till after when its past the night
Plastered party master, if no invite we're crashing aight
Flashing lights, ass in tights, passing hash and grass in pipes
Smashing for bragging rights, girls with class are half the hype
I’m asking where the flask is right, I’m grabbing when a glass in sight
Get em laughing, like damn, I’m dashing right

Uhh, I want a girl in some tight jeans
Fat ass, but still looking quite lean
A slight teen, a night queen
Guessing what her look might mean
Romance on the dance floor
Girl what you wearing pants for
Liftin up my shirt like she ain't seen a man in years
Well she's sipping on the six pack but we still need some beers
Get a drink and shes vanished, as speedy as she appeared
Damn

Thinking in slomo, yup
Sink a couple solo cups
Drink a couple solo cups
A wink, show you a pro go tough
Tell me I’m loco, well un poco, but my mojos up
Bro I showed up single, so I'm not trying to leave solo, nuh
Spot a couple fuckable chicks
Or is it one? I’m seeing double that’s the trouble with this
Yes, Im restless and breathless
Girl squealing sex, like her breasts and her necklace
Refreshments got me feeling reckless
Her dress asking “hey you wanna wreck this?”
Yes bitch, its implicit
Tellin me she like my lyrics and she major in physics
Girl, really I’m just trying to elicit illicit visits
And be complying with a Ms.’ vicious wishes
Delicious, leave with stories explicit
Lets just start with kisses and see where we finish
Well shes telling me something but it don’t register as English


Wake up and I’m clueless like
What the fuck’d I do last night