Pretty pink skies Like dear god, I wanna be the first in line To your rollercoaster ride Send me off, send me off, like I died Cause I wanna be the first in line To your rollercoaster ride Send me off, send me off, set me on fire I'm shaking with desire tonight Cause baby, when you're on stage The floor won't even vibrate Cause some of us dont buy plays, buy plays And you think I'm not punk rock But I'm working my ass off To havе half of what you've got, you've got Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yеah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Your bitch grindin on me now while I'm grindin on my jaw I'm grindin on my art, they gon split ur face with Jah I hope my orbiters get paid and send it all my way I'm friends with all your faves, like I'm Tom from MySpace Don't you agree? Like dear god, you'll never meet a guy like me Aside from every other week Stroke my ego, feel my cheeks Pretty pink Cause I'm nothin but the boy of your dreams Washed up at 18 Idolize, romanticize me, make me unique I'm exactly what you need Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the white boy of the week