Lyrics Nate Good – Nineteen
Text:
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
Probably shouldn’t drive but I still ain’t gonna crash it
Its my time, even though I said it last year
And I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
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
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
Its my time, even though I said it last year
And I don’t really wanna talk about the past here
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
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
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
Its my time, even though I said it last year
And 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
Its my time, even though I said it last year
And I don’t really wanna talk about the past here