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Correct Nineteen Lyrics
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[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
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