Sophomore

[Verse 1]
Sophomore, so different that you're just the same
Sophomore, address your parents by their first name
Sophomore, such an ugly caricature
Sophomore, keep up the good effort

[Chorus]
Your father says to put your shoulder to the wheel
And you reply that his proverbs sound archaic
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Boasting you're a stoic is such a paradox

[Verse 2]
You turn all rooms into gymnasiums
Be careful, your ego floods a stadium
I don't intend to become an obstacle
For every victory in this fresh struggle

[Chorus]
Everyone tells you to put your shoulder to the wheel
And you reply that they sound like your father
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Boasting you're a stoic, you've got us all lost

[Outro]
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Your ego floods a stadium
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium
A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
Your ego floods a stadium
Your ego floods a stadium