[Chorus] Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Talk about the past here

[Verse 1] Hate to see my GPA, I bombed another test again
But I be going out until my bank account is cents again
Working on connections, shouldn’t have a problem getting in
Experiment with everything, I’m such a fucking freshman
60 hours later under academic probo
Adderall and Ritalin to keep me on the go-go
Rapping in the dormitory, sipping outta solos
Two semester laters and my ass is back in Loco

[Chorus] Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Talk about the past here

[Verse 2] Now I’m living in a studio
Blanket and a pillow going through a can of chew
A cup of coffee rolling rillos
Last weekend had a show
It didn’t go the way I planned
But I took a lot away from it and gained a couple fans
Seems like rap is always popping up
Ain't nobody breakin through
Ain't about the busses, bout the level that you take it to
People acting like I’m living off a pipe dream
Now I’m 22 like homie back when I was nineteen

[Chorus] Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Riding down the street, head hanging out the window
Fake ID I just went to get it in though
Nineteen trying everything to hear me
Why I feel like every single teacher can’t stand me
Fuck class we gonna roll up something fat here
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain't gonna crash it
It's my time, even though I said it last year
But I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
Talk about the past here