G Am F Don't you think that it's boring how people talk G Am F Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored G Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it Am F Never not chasing a million things I want G And I am only as young as the minute is full of it Am F Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought But I know they'll never own me (Yeah) Chorus: G Baby be the class clown C Am I'll be the beauty queen in tears G It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah) F C G We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear Am Let's go down to the tennis court, 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 fillin' 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, lovin' them Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne But I know it's not forever (Yeah) Chorus C G It looked alright in the pictures (yeah) Am F Getting caught's half of the trip, though, isn't it? C G I fall apart, with all my heart Am And you can watch from your window And you can watch from your window Chorus F And talk it up like yeah (yeah) C And talk it up like yeah (yeah) G Am Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah) F And talk it up like yeah (yeah) C And talk it up like yeah (yeah) G Am Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C F G |