I was starstruck Across from the Starbucks Sit on a curb, got some new Chucks But I still don't got a check Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed When I'm not feelin' confident I hear it again, my hand's on your leg I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock) I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now I'm drivin' and swervin' now (save your tears for us in seven years) (You're mine, all mine) At least now I know what I been feelin' (you're mine, all mine) Girl, I ain't mad at this, 'cause none of it is real (Grandma went to Woodstock) There's no need to reinvent the wheel Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed When I'm not feelin' confident I hear it again, my hand's on your leg I'm grindin' gears until the end Grandma went to Woodstock Grandma went to Woodstock Grandma went to Woodstock ♪ Baby, I love you, goodbye I thought we run out in paradise It's sad at the end, I'm surprised I swear La La Land always makes me cry Rosé, a bucket of ice Then I put one up to the rest of our lives I'm alone on my sunset Havin' way too much fun for me to go home It's the kite by the trumpet I look at the funeral down on my phone Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you Boy's up in the hills With his guitar, singin' about you ♪ There was a boy in the city There was a girl, she was pretty than rose The playground they blew out got dizzy But then the girl got so busy that she cut him out of his state He had to walk through the pain, he went missin' Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' all over again But girl, you'll always be more than a friend