Don't you think that it's boring how people talk?

Making smart with their words again

Well I'm bored

Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it

Never not chasing a million things I want

'Cause 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 they'll never own me

(Yeah)

Yeah, oh, yeah

And talk it up like yeah (yeah)

And talk it up like yeah (yeah)

It looked alright in the pictures

Getting caught's half of the trip though, isn't it?

I fall apart, with all my heart

And you can watch from your window

And talk it up like yeah (yeah)

And talk it up like yeah (yeah)

Pretty soon I'll be getting on my first plane

I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space

But my head's filling up fast

With the wicked games, up in flames

How can I fuck with the fun again, when I'm known?

And my boys trip me up with their heads again

Loving them

Everything's cool when we're all in line

For the throne

But I know they'll never own me

(Yeah)

Baby be the class clown

I'll be the beauty queen in tears

It's a new art form

Showing people how little we care (yeah)

We're so happy

Even when we're smilin' out of fear

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah

And talk it up like yeah

And talk it up like yeah

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah

And talk it up like yeah

And talk it up like yeah

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah

(Yeah)