This is for them 20s somethings
Time really moves fast, you were just sixteen
This is for them 30s something
That didn’t turn out exactly how your mom and dad wanted you to be
This is for them 40s something
Well raise up your glass and laugh like a motherfucker
This is for them 50s something
Hey, you’re halfway there, baby, take it to the head

Mom and dad, tried to hide the word
Said the world is just too big for a little girl
Eyes wide open came to see
I had my first heels by the age of 13
Mom and dad tried to hide the boys
I swear that just make them want me more
At 14, they asked what I wanna be
I said “Baby, 21, so I get me a drink”

I’m not a teacher, baby
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain’t a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I’m great at writing these sick love letters

I’m a freak all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy, out of sight
And I’m crazy, all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you’re schoolin’ life

Schoolin’ life
Schoolin’ life

This is for them pretty somethings
Living in a fastlane, see you when you crash, baby
This is for them sexy somethings
That body can’t always get you out of everything
This is for them bitter somethings
Stop living in regret, baby, it’s not over yet
And this is for them * somethings
That’s high old life, baby, put me on your flight

I’m not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain’t a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I’m great at writing these sick love letters
I’m a freak all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy, out of sight
And I’m crazy all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you’re schoolin’ life

Schoolin’ life
Schoolin’ life

You know it costs to be the boss
One day you’ll run the town
For now make your life what you decide
Baby, party til the fire mashes, mash this suckers down

I’m not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain’t a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I’m great at writing these sick love letters
I’m a freak all day, all night
Hot, tap, sway
Boy, out of sight
And I’m crazy all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you’re schoolin’ life

Schoolin’ life
Schoolin’ life

There’s not a real way to live this for real
Just remember, stay *
Don’t stop running until it’s finished
It’s up to you
The rest is unwritten