Chorus:

Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college

'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge

Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'

Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'

One week, seven days, need more time

Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line

Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door

Good times gone, man, I wish I had more

Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college

'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge

Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'

Sun comes up and wе all keep sinnin'

One week, seven days, need morе time

Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line

Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door

Good times gone, man, I wish I had more

Verse:

Been left out more times I can count

Low confidence, lil boy got doubt

Ain't nobody talkin' to the kid back row

If you couldn't tell, that's me, now you know

I'ma keep it real for a sec, bear with me

Very few times, I had friends there with me

No one checkin' up, callin' my phone

Times like that, I was all on my own

I don't mean to sound down bad, it's the truth

So, I let it out when I step into the booth

Introvert boy sittin' all by himself

Don't talk to me, just keep it to yourself

Sorry, that I seem so mean, I don't mean to

Sorry, that I look so mad, I don't seem to

Real cold world, one thing I discovered

Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Bridge:

Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Just know, never judge a book by its cover

Chorus:

Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college

'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge

Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'

Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'

One week, seven days, need more time

Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line

Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door

Good times gone, man, I wish I had more

Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college

'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge

Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'

Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'

One week, seven days, need more time

Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line

Packed my bags and I'm headin' out the door

Good times gone, man, I wish I had more