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One More Year


Although we live in it now
Next year I will have to take a leap
Away from home I will go
Somewhere down in Tempe

To the lovely campus
Where I'll hope to paint my canvas
With student loans, dorm room moans, and integrated classes

But before I sail away 
To the future as far as 365 days
I can still practice teenage norms
Like fool around and fix my grades
Hang with friends and play some games
Come to school and misbehave

I graduated from a school called gateway but I don't see Peter
I got the keys to my own heaven
My own future

And I'm sure you guys do too
Don't just stay in this boring mindset
Do something that interests 
You

I wish I could be more sophisticated 
I think I'm ready for what's ahead
But I'm tired of feeling relegated

Cuz in the future, none of us wanna be behind a desk
Typing creativity and imagination away 
While we all wish we were rich

See we gotta plan this all out like an architect
There's blueprints on our backs
But some of us may be whipped 

The reality is 
We all wanna stay young
I don't think it's time to grow up
There's no place to have fun

Where would I go then
To a bar with so called friends 
To get a sip of regret and leave a tip?

Nah I don't think so
I think I'd rather stay an adolescent
It's sounds pretty strange 
But do paying bills and stressin bring amusement 

I got little time left to do the things others dream
Like worry about homework 
Instead of debt and grief

I know we're all scared of what's to come
Asking ourselves the same question
We can't answer
What do I want to be when I grow up

I still can't answer this
And here I am saying 
I'm ready for college

Man I don't what to study
The only things I like to do 
Is listen to music 
And be funny

Maybe that life isn't for me
Maybe I'm supposed to be left on the streets
Because
If having knowledgable information about the art of ear entertainment only puts me as another kid who wants to sell a playlist
Then 
Who is there then to save him

Now just one more thing
Let me finish
I know times running out 
I'm running low on minutes

Cuz see although we live in it now
Next year I will have to take a leap
Away from home I will go
Somewhere I can hope to be me

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