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