[Verse 1: Bryce Savage & Dan Reynolds]
Yeah, she just wanna get away-ayy-ayy
From her boyfriend, come to me-ayy-ayy
Can't get enough so she stay-ayy-ayy
Promise that I'll look the other way-ayy
Girls in California, more boring than South Dakota
And they all get their diplomas in Kim and Kanye mimosas
They gon put me in a coma, Designer jeans and some yoga
These girls have me going blind in one eye Fetty Wap glaucoma
And high school (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) is a democracy
(Ooh-ooh), hypocrisy (Ooh-ooh)
Remarkably full of dishonesty and honestly there's unequality
(I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh)
So won't you follow me in quantity? I'm a commodity
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And my philosophy is monogamy and pornography
(I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And when you graduate to college (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
You think your all grown up and everybody's on it
'Cause no one ever does (I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh) acknowledge that your college
Is the same thing (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
As the school you graduated from in August
I'm abandoning hope (I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh) and demanding to know (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Why my brand is unknown, why I'm standing alone
(I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh)
We keep expanding, I know (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) but still it's feeling too slow
We're just ready for the growth (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh), a trip to the unknown
(I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(I torture you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Outro]
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