DNGAF

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You kick your feet up on the radiator Like I wonder how fast this little car will take you Got your leather dress on, my little gladiator Banging out the window trying to wake the neighbours, the neighbours Wind rushing through your hair I got my shoe to the floor Watch the coastline ahead Like I know it wants more And if we crash into the water Would anybody ever know Now would anybody ever know Don't think anybody'd ever know [Pre-Hook 1] I'm turning hard on the steering wheel 'Til its feeling real Don't the tires smell like chamomile Baby grab the wheel The kids aren't dealing well Could you really tell I got nothing on mind Tell me [Hook] Can we go and find some trouble Find some trouble Find some piece of mind Tell my girl, bring the crew and something else on the double (alright) And do we party too much Running 'round town With the radio up Singing we don't give a fuck Do we party too much Running 'round town With the radio up Singing we don't give a fuck At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all [Verse 2] We coming down like the Berlin Wall Can't be apart baby, not at all 'Cause when we are this feeling catch us all And these formal clothes don't keep me warm, warm We run across the roofs The houses stretch away below Until they fade away to nothing It ain't so far to fall You say you're not afraid to die You say you're not afraid to die But I can tell you don't believe it I can see those eyes [Pre Hook 2] This neighbourhood give me chills Like a funeral Baby can you show me something real Just that [?] The kids aren't dealing well Could you really tell I got nothing on my mind Tell me [Hook] Can we go and find some trouble Find some trouble Find some piece of mind Tell my girl, bring the crew and something else on the double (alright) And do we party too much Running 'round town With the radio up Singing we don't give a fuck Do we party too much Running 'round town With the radio up Singing we don't give a fuck At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all [Outro] I know the suburbs make you sick Rows of boxes of forgotten things And you starting to think What if we never existed Got this feeling and you just trying to kill it I just hope you choose well