Tyler Carter, Andrés - High School lyrics
[Tyler Carter, Andrés - High School lyrics]
When I held your hand in theatre 10
I found a terrible truth
And I left that night
I told Stevie I wanna end up with you
I love the way you find your
Worth in who you are
And you don't give a fuck about the internet
So roll the dice and throw the rice
And if I'm really wanting
Something nice like you, i really gotta try
But I'm 25
Just give me time to make this money
Someday you gon' spend it
Like it wasn't mine
The jazz-rock superstar
Takes the pretty little Christian
Girl to bars
Where they share an IPA on the dance floor
And it's funny how they misbehave
With so much virtue
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
My homie swear that he done fell
And caught some feelings for you
And now he can't get off this
Trippin' making feelings for two
Talking 'bout how confident you are
In who you are and you don't give a fuck
About them other girls
Sign the line and say you're mine
I know that I said that I don't mind
But girl I mind
You've been out with other guys and boo
That's fine just leave all this jealous
Bullshit in the past
The jazz-rock superstar
Meets the parents of the
Pretty Christian girl (Oh)
Right before he takes her out for IPA's
How they have so much to
Say before they misbehave
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll (Oh)
You want my soul to soul (Oh oh, oh oh oh)
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll (Oh)
You want my soul to soul (Oh)
How long 'till our lunch breaks coincide
(Oh, yeah)
We'll wreck this rec room one more time
(Maybe we dance)
Maybe we dance, maybe we die
Either way we have our own lives
Pardon me, that's not romantic
Too old to not be realistic
Maybe your friend doesn't like me
It's not like I'll be losing sleep
I don't need that bitches co-sign
Even if I'm out of line
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
I found a terrible truth
And I left that night
I told Stevie I wanna end up with you
I love the way you find your
Worth in who you are
And you don't give a fuck about the internet
So roll the dice and throw the rice
And if I'm really wanting
Something nice like you, i really gotta try
But I'm 25
Just give me time to make this money
Someday you gon' spend it
Like it wasn't mine
The jazz-rock superstar
Takes the pretty little Christian
Girl to bars
Where they share an IPA on the dance floor
And it's funny how they misbehave
With so much virtue
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
My homie swear that he done fell
And caught some feelings for you
And now he can't get off this
Trippin' making feelings for two
Talking 'bout how confident you are
In who you are and you don't give a fuck
About them other girls
Sign the line and say you're mine
I know that I said that I don't mind
But girl I mind
You've been out with other guys and boo
That's fine just leave all this jealous
Bullshit in the past
The jazz-rock superstar
Meets the parents of the
Pretty Christian girl (Oh)
Right before he takes her out for IPA's
How they have so much to
Say before they misbehave
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll (Oh)
You want my soul to soul (Oh oh, oh oh oh)
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll (Oh)
You want my soul to soul (Oh)
How long 'till our lunch breaks coincide
(Oh, yeah)
We'll wreck this rec room one more time
(Maybe we dance)
Maybe we dance, maybe we die
Either way we have our own lives
Pardon me, that's not romantic
Too old to not be realistic
Maybe your friend doesn't like me
It's not like I'll be losing sleep
I don't need that bitches co-sign
Even if I'm out of line
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul
I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school
No way of knowing a good thing
I want your rock 'n roll
You want my soul to soul