High School - Look Left

I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady

Suckin' on ya mom’s spaghetti, born ready, roll a Chevy

I’ll put the soup on and we’ll break the levy

Another Seagertown pickup and we stagger, It’s heavy, Brotha

Another word to put ya mind in, get up

Put your time in a dozen to make you wanna rewind it

No, not again, I don’t think I could take it

The education, you’re not given it, you make it

Can be a prizon, back, ya listen, up, you

Had a bit of bitters, now ya quiters now ya, plucked

The level of importance that we press upon the years between

The age of walking in and walking out

They tell us it’s the best time

Can it be the best time or

Did we all just waste time

Killing ourselves over things that do not matter

How many kids you know that come undone

Ya thin it’s even started before yo hit 21?

I know 30 year olds who are stuck in the 10th grade

Just wanna shake em up, get in the truck, your bed is made

I gotta take myself back, cause I can’t remember who the

Prom king was, or yet, even better if a

Single bridge I had burned came back to hurt

«permanent record» now that’s just absurd

Let go the chains, let go the self

That kept you always tryin' to be someone else

If there’s a better negator of why to buy and pay later

It’s that the price of admission is to become a self-hater

The level of importance that we press upon the years between

The age of walking in and walking out

They tell us it’s the best time

Can it be the best time or

Did we all just waste time

Killing ourselves over things that do not matter

The level of importance that we press upon the years between

The age of walking in and walking out

They tell us it’s the best time

Can it be the best time or

Did we all just waste time

Killing ourselves over things that do not matter

Ohh Things that do not matter ohh Come on now!

It gets better if you make it better