Lyrics

[Intro] (Boom, boo-boom, boo-boom) (Boom, boo-boom, boo-boom) (Boom, boo-boom, boo-boom) What is even the point of doing multiple versions of one song? You already did the song and it's out Like why would you remake the same song over and over again How much could you milk a song? That is so stupid Like what's the point [Pre-Chorus] La, la, la-la, la La, la, la-la, la La, la, la-la, la La, la, la-la, la [Chorus] I'm too cool for the radio Got vintage kicks, I'ma let you know Got champagne bottles in the bathtub That my best friend stole from the yacht club Parents got money, but they ain't rich (Ain't rich) I got Gucci, but I prefer to thrift (I prefer to thrift) I'm hot shit, you know how it is I'm an indie, edgy, cool kid (Indie, edgy, cool kid) [Post-Chorus] La, la, la-la, la La, la, la-la, la La, la, la-la, la Indie, edgy, cool kid (Indie, edgy, cool kid) [Outro] (Boom, boo-boom, boo-boom) I'm an indiе, edgy, cool kid (Indie, edgy, cool kid) (Boom, boo-boom, boo-boom) I'm an indiе, edgy, cool kid (Indie, edgy, cool kid)