Chillin' on the West Side, playing my song
Drive the Kia Soul with my cheap shades on
Gonna run right through the nightJump off the gate, fall to the ground
It don't matter still hitting this town
Oh it never felt so rightTonight we're running around the boulevard
I couldn't know, I couldn't ask for moreSo sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
Everybody's taking shots, till they're passed out on the lawn
Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
I guess I'm ordinary cause I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a whatChillin' on the sofa with a tank top
Super califragilistic down to my socks
Let it go right to my head
TV screen, Mario Kart
Everybody knows that I get a head start
And it's never left unsaidTonight we're running around the boulevard
I couldn't know, I couldn't ask for moreSo sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
Everybody's taking shots, till they're passed out on the lawn
Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
I guess I'm ordinary cause I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a what
(I don't give a what)So sick and tired of staying up to see the break of dawn
Everybody's taking shots, till they're passed out on the lawn
Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
I guess I'm ordinary cause I don't give a what
I don't give a what
I don't give a what
Broken hearts and Styrofoam and empty double cups
I guess I'm ordinary cause I don't give a what!
Songwriters
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