Teenage dreamer

My pocket full of dollars not pounds

Party in the Bronx

Imma sleep on the couch

Pulled 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 gotta tell myself I can

I can, cuz

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer

Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer

I think I got supermodel fever, fever

Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer

Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer

I think I got supermodel fever, fever

Posing for the magazine feature, feature

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 gotta keep going forward

Cuz the stars is where I wanna be at

I feel so alive they could 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

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer

Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer

I think I got supermodel fever, fever

Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer

Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer

I think I got supermodel fever, fever

Posing for the magazine feature, feature