Nola Wren - College | Текст песни

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Hot flush
Brown eyed girl
Making no good money
In a big bad world
I don't know where to begin
But I know where I wanna go
Uh oh

So I punch the clock
And roam the night
God I really hate my 9 to 5
Sick of working 'til my body hurts
Sick of working 'til my body hurts

Oh why'd I go to college?
The fuck I go to college?
Oh what's the point in
Ooh la la, Ooh la la
Ooh la la, Ooh la la

Bonafide hustler
Skin tight jeans
Gotta choice education
Living on the streets
I don't know where I belong
But I'm getting there on my own
Uh oh

So I punch the clock
And roam the night
God I really hate my 9 to 5
Sick of working 'til my body hurts
Sick of working 'til my body hurts

Oh why'd I go to college?
The fuck I go to college?
Oh what's the point in
Ooh la la, Ooh la la
Ooh la la, Ooh la la

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