zinfandel rosé

Me and my friends
Yeah we get fucked up
In the same damn place
With the same old drugs
'Cept me (dring dring)
That's the sound of my bell
Telling me to go purchase
Some White Zinfandel...

I wake up and my room's a mess
It's half-past four, but it's blessed
'Cause last night's mind got a little bit restless
Let's just be a bit grateful that my dreams let me rest it
Check my phone for some messages and texts;
Spend the next hour scrolling down for memes and some breasts
But it's dark outside, now it's half-past five
How the fuck did my day pass? but guess it's time for breakfast...
I go down, check for eggs in the kitchen
The fuck I expect? there's no eggs in my fridge, bitch;
Six pack and a leftover chicken breast
Guess I'll have to do with a coffee and a cigarette
'Cause:

This uni life ain't what it's said to be
Shame you only learn that after 27 Gs of debt
Routine of skets, weed, ket, and beer
C, grettes, and a little ecstasy

So as I'm sat with a fag on my dry lip
I picture the times in my life as a nice kid
Wish I could disappear
Write a story crystal clear
'Bout what's going on inside this mind of mine instead
I carry on to watch the time escape me from my bed
Witness my demise on telly, but I don't need no Louis Theroux telling me
On documentary, that I'm sipping way more liquor than I am meant to be
There's no telling me
What's going mentally
I just don't stress 'bout X now but better be that
Than a little bit depressed
Figure out my thoughts in the midst of kitchen mess;
Listening to Forty's production on "Take Care"
I'll get there, or maybe I won't
(Fuck, maybe I won't)
"Dring Dring" phone rings
It's the pre-drink alarm
Spend an arm and a leg
Just to not feel my heart
Leave my door and head to the 24-hour liquor shop;
Fuck buying skittle shots, we drink in our little squads
(La-dee da-dee, we like to party!)
Nah they enjoy a good K-hole, and getting nasty
Bloke walks in spread his guts on the floor
But it's cool 'cause it's uni
We're the future of Albion, I am the punani Champion
We're all fucked but it's part of the ambiance

Me and my friends yeah we get fucked up
In the same damn place
With the same old drugs
Let me dream dream
That's the sound of my bell
Telling me to go purchase some White Zinfandel...

This uni life ain't what it's said to be
I thought I came to learn
But now I'm 27 Gs in debt;
With no skills to show but this diploma
Very much doubt it'll get me a Rova

This uni life ain't what it's said to be
Shame you only learn that after 27 Gs of debt
Routine is skets, weed, ket, and beer
C, grettes and a little ecstasy