HIGH SCHOOL
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
She got an attitude problem (she a brat)
Daddy's money, coming straight from blue collar (put in work)
Fat ass, coming straight from lil' mama
She ain't got a Range but she whip the blue Honda (like, skirt)
She the one that got the hoes mad
'Cause she stay inside her bags, she won't ever love a fuckboy
She the one that 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 (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (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 seventeen year-old that you ever met
I signed a deal at sixteen, 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 (same thing)
Swear you never live this life
I don't do life, told her, "Come and get right"
Swear that you remind me of a girl I met in high school
Smokin' weed and smashing lips is the only thing that I do
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
She got an attitude problem (she a brat)
Daddy's money, coming straight from blue collar (put in work)
Fat ass, coming straight from lil' mama
She ain't got a Range but she whip the blue Honda (like, skirt)
She the one that got the hoes mad
'Cause she stay inside her bags, she won't ever love a fuckboy
She the one that 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 (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (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 seventeen year-old that you ever met
I signed a deal at sixteen, 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 (same thing)
Swear you never live this life
I don't do life, told her, "Come and get right"
Swear that you remind me of a girl I met in high school
Smokin' weed and smashing lips is the only thing that I do
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
I never made it to the prom (prom)
I was busy stuffing ounces in the bong (bong)
You remind me of the high school days
Where every girl is the same
And where nobody gets along (along)
Credits
Writer(s): Jaiden Stephens, Alex Theesfield, Carson Hodby
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