Huh
I remember when I was seventeen, I would run around
I still thought I was going to be a photographer
And I had nothing fashionable apart from a pair of vans
At school, we smoked a lot of chocolate blunts
And I really sucked and I thought I was cool
Because I had a Zippo and an iTouch
I hadn’t really experienced any twat yet
But I had some really dope shit between my balls
But I’m still this fucked up virgin
And it still isn’t easy to admit
Now that I’m an adult, I have to hide it
But then, I’m no longer much of myself
You don’t have to start smoking
And if you do, there always has to be two of you
My friend, I hope you’re good at math
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (chocolat)
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (choco what?)
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (chocolate)
My friend, I hope you’re good at math
You’re not going to be able count on spliff (chocolate)
Huh, and I remember when I was nineteen, it was cool but I was dumb
And I was a teller, fuck I had to manage the prices and the accounts
I took a lot of drugs at weird parties
And the only way I could tell the time, was by the state of my face
Fuck, I wasted time wanting to get high
I had better things to do than smoke joints when I was sixteen (I used to do it)
We always had to look clean while we were ripped
We always had to look chill while we were high
But I’m still this fucked up virgin
And it still isn’t easy to admit it
Now that I’m an adult, I have to hide it
But then, I’m no longer much of myself
You don’t have to start chocolate
And if you do, there always has to be two of you
My friend, I hope you’re good at math
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (chocolat)
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (choco what?)
You’re not going to be able to count on spliff (chocolate)
My friend, I hope you’re good at math
You’re not going to be able count on spliff