College

Chorus:
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'
One week, seven days, need more time
Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line
Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door
Good times gone, man, I wish I had more
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up and wе all keep sinnin'
One week, seven days, need morе time
Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line
Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door
Good times gone, man, I wish I had more

Verse:
Been left out more times I can count
Low confidence, lil boy got doubt
Ain't nobody talkin' to the kid back row
If you couldn't tell, that's me, now you know
I'ma keep it real for a sec, bear with me
Very few times, I had friends there with me
No one checkin' up, callin' my phone
Times like that, I was all on my own
I don't mean to sound down bad, it's the truth
So, I let it out when I step into the booth
Introvert boy sittin' all by himself
Don't talk to me, just keep it to yourself
Sorry, that I seem so mean, I don't mean to
Sorry, that I look so mad, I don't seem to
Real cold world, one thing I discovered
Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Bridge:
Just know, never judge a book by its cover
Just know, never judge a book by its cover
Just know, never judge a book by its cover
Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Chorus:
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'
One week, seven days, need more time
Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line
Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door
Good times gone, man, I wish I had more
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'
One week, seven days, need more time
Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line
Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door
Good times gone, man, I wish I had more