Feng Teenage Dreamer
[Verse 1]
My pocket full of dollars, not pounds
Party in the Bronx, I'm asleep on the couch
Pull up to the show, you know the music hella loud
My parents don't know that I'm here, they must think I'm a wild child
But I'm so young, I wanna scream and shout
I'm only here for a week, so my time is running out
I'm flying paper planes, and I pray they never land
Even when I can't, I've got to tell myself I can
I can
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I've got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature
I'm a teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I've got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature
[Verse 2]
Money coming in now, will I crash on impact?
Ain't no time to relax, my type of drug
And I relapse, I can't put my seat back
I've gotta keep going forward, 'cause the stars that's where I wanna be at
I feel so alive, they can't hear me if I die
I been ignoring the signs, running through the red light
This a blank page, everything I see is white
So I'm dancing with my brush to the rhythm tonight
[Chorus]
I'm a teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I've got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature
I'm a teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I've got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature
