Lyrics
Verse 1
Skipping classes on a Tuesday morning
Thinking about those baggy jeans she wore
Math books left in the back of my shitty car
Half-smoked joints and half-assed dreams
Fuck a GPA when I got that powder on my sleeve
Life moving way too fast for a fucking lecture
Chorus
All the lessons they tried to sell me
I didn't hear a word
No I didn't hear a word
Every red mark on that paper
Didn't learn a thing
No I didn't learn a thing
Verse 2
Teacher screaming bout some historical fact
Meanwhile I'm trying to find where the bag is at
Principle's office looking like my second home
I was busy chasing curves and dodging bones
Getting high under the bleachers was my real major
Stupid kid with a wild mind and no favor
Chorus
All the lessons they tried to sell me
I didn't hear a word
No I didn't hear a word
Every red mark on that paper
Didn't learn a thing
No I didn't learn a thing
Bridge
Fucking failing everything but I'm feeling fine
Waiting for the bell to chime
Wait for the line
Wait for the time
Passed the test of living just to lose it all
Funny how I liked the way I chose to fall
Chorus
All the lessons they tried to sell me
I didn't hear a word
No I didn't hear a word
Every red mark on that paper
Didn't learn a thing
No I didn't learn a thing
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