Lyrics:

Don't you think that it's boring how people talk
Makin' smart with the words again
Well I'm bor-ored.
Because I'm 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 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 (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, lovin' them,
Everything's cool when we're all in line, in for the throne,
But I know it's not forever, 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 (yeah)

It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)
Getting caught soft with the triple is it (yeah)
I fall apart, with all my heart (yeah)
And you can watch from your window (yeah)
And you can watch from your window

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 (yeah)

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