That's what I love about these high school girls man:
I get older, they stay the same age
Yes they do, yes they do
Guess you could say I'm
Perpetually faded, I'm
A late bloomer, I'm
Naive and crude, I'm
That dude, I'm
Not arrogant, I'm confident

The difference is in the evidence
I'm at the pink elephant, now I'm hella bent
Sending messages with my eyes
Catching me by surprise
The sky and the color of your eyes, identical
Girl, you're trouble in disguise
Get out my head stop fucking with my life
You've got a man, no I get it, that's fun shit
We just on a drug called love tryna function
All the hurt, all the cryin', all the "fuck him"s
The "how come"s and the "maybe"s and the "what-if"s

It's just girls in high school
Tryna find the right dude
And they say they like you
They don't know what they want
And I don't know what I want
But all this searching
And when we find it
We just try to hold on
We just try to hold on
Just try to hold on
Just try to hold on, just try to hold on

Uh, I guess you could call me
'Mr. Single-till-I'm-forty'
'Mr. Stella and peroni'
In the house, rain pouring
Yeah, all these bitches in high school
Tryna find the right dude
Then they give up as soon as they get to college
Why? All those books all that knowledge?
Or that chick you thought was tight, got some loose ends
She brought two friends, we started boozing
Kissed her on the cheek to keep the intrigue

Her mom got a cake, she from a thick breed
Left her phone at the club, she tried to text me
You already at the crib, too late to press 'b'
Get some candles, put on some siegfried
Gaze into your eyes, find a sign, I can misread
A sign I can misread
Moving closer but all I feel is this distance
Work it out, I was never one for fitness
But I notice your cut heals when I kiss it

I'm biased, but I think you can do better
I could probably find another seven with minimal effort
I'm semi-famous now, and sort of basic now
It's a perfect picture we should paint it out
It's a perfect picture we should paint it out
It's a perfect picture we should paint it out
It's a perfect picture we should paint it out

It's just girls in high school
Tryna find the right dude
And they say they like you
They don't know what they want
And I don't know what I want
But all this searching
And when we find it
We just try to hold on
We just try to hold on
Just try to hold on
Just try to hold on, just try to hold on