Nosaint - Buff and Blue Lyrics

Here I am, fake neo-friends
With 1,000 grand mansions
All the films got wrong
With the lawyers' spawns
That all seem to get along

I think he cares just a little too much
About making it all work out right
He'll get that cash from Goldman Sachs
And a plat-blonde kind of life

It's been four years and they haven't learned
A single way to think
You know they've got their wardrobes right
And a pretty little heart to sink

It's alright, though
That may work for them
I ain't gonna be here when it ends
It's alright, though
You'll find a friend
It's alright

I can't explain what's on my mind
It'll take a team to teach me how
To cut apart another's thought
And cloud what I'm really f*cking saying

It's been four years and they haven't learned
Groping ain't clear with a drink
You know they've got their wardrobes right
And a pretty little heart to sink

It's alright, though
That may work for them
I ain't gonna be here when it ends
It's alright, though
You'll find a friend
It's alright

Here I am, fake neo-friends
F*cking in your mansions

It's alright, though
That may work for them
I ain't gonna be here when it ends
It's alright, though
You'll find a friend
It's alright

It's alright, though
That may work for them
I ain't gonna be here when it ends
It's alright, though
You'll find a friend
It's alright

I hate college