Ratatat - Restless and Breathless lyrics

[Verse 1] Is college about thinking, working and learning? Or a collage of drinking, flirting and yearning? Mirage, blink, already the calendars turning Building for my future, I'm just tryna enjoy the during They're all just stupid numbers but “you gotta get good grades” Who's got tumblers? Pour me a vodka Gatorade Stop and drop your bank roll, just tryna get paid? f** being a doctor, I'm just tryna get laid Decisions rash? Nah, I know I'll never finish last I could still pa** if I went to cla** trashed Prof thought he taught em what they asked But I found the answer at the bottom of a gla** Some can't pull it off, its like there's three of me 3 - 9 that's my GPA and my BAC f** Rose, pour four shots in the O.J Pour four more cups, lets get drunk for the whole day Lets roll jays, of course the entrée to our liquid Spliffin in Air Force Ones, getting presidential lifted Residential Assistant? is you buggin? Damn The only R.A. I listen to is the Rugged Man A degree is needed for life to go smoothly? I agree, but shove it down my throat, you tend to lose me Telling me to get a good nights sleep to soothe me Truthfully? Just get me floozies and booze me Already drunk when we came to the pre-game Guess we rename it the pre-pre-game Drinking formulas like it's a race, grand prix mayne Damn I'm gettin crazy, not even tryna seem sane Drink like you dehydrated, I ain't wasting drips Ugh, I'm getting wasted b**h Straight or mixed I'm tasting this Chasin shots cause I ain't got no patience, sh** Enough preparation, lets party in frat basements Or wherever they be hiding that treasure Cause we've been drinking like forever and ever Now its time to endeavor for carnal pleasure Pressure time, no more time for leisure Head out to the get out b**hes wearing red out Hungry for flesh and must be fed now Looking fresh, while all the guys head scout Party bumping, now till after when its past the night Plastered party master, if no invite we're crashing aight Flashing lights, a** in tights, pa**ing hash and gra** in pipes Smashing for bragging rights, girls with cla** are half the hype I'm asking where the flask is right, I'm grabbing when a gla** in sight Get em laughing, like damn, I'm dashing right Uhh, I want a girl in some tight jeans Fat a**, but still looking quite lean A slight teen, a night queen Guessing what her look might mean Romance on the dance floor Girl what you wearing pants for Liftin up my shirt like she ain't seen a man in years Well she's sipping on the six pack but we still need some beers Get a drink and shes vanished, as speedy as she appeared Damn Thinking in slomo, yup Sink a couple solo cups Drink a couple solo cups A wink, show you a pro go tough Tell me I'm loco, well un poco, but my mojos up Bro I showed up single, so I'm not trying to leave solo, nuh Spot a couple f**able chicks Or is it one? I'm seeing double that's the trouble with this Yes, Im restless and breathless Girl squealing s**, like her breasts and her necklace Refreshments got me feeling reckless Her dress asking “hey you wanna wreck this?” Yes b**h, its implicit Tellin me she like my lyrics and she major in physics Girl, really I'm just trying to elicit illicit visits And be complying with a Ms.' vicious wishes Delicious, leave with stories explicit Lets just start with kisses and see where we finish Well shes telling me something but it don't register as English Wake up and I'm clueless like What the f**'d I do last night