Letra de 'I Hate College' de Sammy Adams

Ain't going out like a sucker, no way
I hate college remix

I hate college but love all the parties
Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi
Can’t go to class, I'd rather lay up wit a hottie
Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody
Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly
Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali
Am I out my mind? Most people say probably
But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)

Pack my bag no parents didn't drop me off
I fell off saw some herbs all wearin lacoste
A couple dudes in pennies must a played lacrosse
Grab my duffle and I hustle through the dormitory doors
Of course my homie lived on the same floor
Soon to blow trees get down to pound coors
Down to pound hoes, the outta town boy
Flow developed to the whole town of his voice

I hate college but love gettin' laid
Social life swagger at night when the sun fades
Check my sun shades, talking about upgrades
I can't see the haters no more I feel great
My eyes 20/20 so sunny with skies gray
I'm loved by the hunnies what more can I say?
I'm just getting paid, working like a slave
Between school, athletics, and music it's all day

So invite your friends to come play
Gave you the invite if you miss it don't complain
If you lucky get a kiss but miss know that's lame
Wanna get it in with wizzy I'm your man
Sweating bullets no fan can contain
Short to pull up but quick to amaze
I'm looking forward to tours in these plains
Seeing the cork poppin off bottles of champagne
Dear lord taking your name in vain
All these sins in college that I made
Well, well my games off the chain
I'll last a couple hours tomorrow go insane

I hate college but love all the parties
Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi
Can’t go to class, I'd rather lay up wit a hottie
Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody
Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly
Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali
Am I out my mind? Most people say probably
But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)

I can't sleep cause my god damn teach
Keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by the beach
Watching girls flash wizzy way more than they teeth
They mad I'd rather learn flows then they lesson plans
But sit me down asking, "do you get the message sam?"
This is your life you need school to get right
Nah, "music is my sun and you blockin my light".

And if I don't blow get hotter, ignite
My life on the line till my money gets nice
Well money's not happiness you'll only get greedier
Shit it'd make life a whole lot easier
And my feel gets a whole lot cheesier
Domino's bread push steak get meatier
But school's good for one thing I must add
And that's havin a plethora of my vocab
Hold back to verbs that I must grab
And throw down like a rich girls bar tab (tab, tab)

I hate college but love all the parties
Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of bacardi
Can’t go to class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie
Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody
Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly
Popping pks, ski, a little bit of mali
Am I out my mind? Most people say probably
But I've been on my grind puffin l’s of that collie (collie)