Monday, March 31, 2014

Tennis Court

 Don't you think that it's boring how people talk
Making smart with their words again, well I'm boredBecause I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' itNever not chasing a million things I wantAnd I am only as young as the minute is full of itGetting pumped up on the little bright things I boughtBut I know they'll never own me



 Baby be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tearsIt's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fearLet'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 spaceBut my head's filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flamesHow 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 it's not forever









photo by ; ALYA NURMA IRZANA Z.