Dont you think that its boring how people talk
Making smart with their words again, well Im bored
Because Im doing this for the thrill of it, killin it
Never not chasing a million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought
But I know theyll never own me
(Yeah)
Baby be the class clown
Ill be the beauty queen in tears
Its a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
Were so happy, even when were smilin out of fear
Lets go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Pretty soon Ill be getting on my first plane
Ill see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my heads filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I fuck with the fun again, when Im known
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everythings cool when were all in line for the throne
But I know its not forever
(Yeah)
Baby be the class clown
Ill be the beauty queen in tears
Its a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
Were so happy, even when were smilin out of fear
Lets go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)
Getting caughts half of the trip though, isnt it? (yeah)
I fall apart with all my heart (yeah)
And you can watch from your window (yeah)
[laughs]
And you can watch from your window
Baby be the class clown
Ill be the beauty queen in tears
Its a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
Were so happy, even when were smilin out of fear
Lets go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Lets go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Lets go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah
(Yeah)
