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)