DNGAF

[Verse 1]
You kick your feet up on the radiator
Like I wonder how fast this little car will take you
Got your leather dress on, my little gladiator
Banging out the window trying to wake the neighbours, the neighbours
Wind rushing through your hair
I got my shoe to the floor
Watch the coastline ahead
Like I know it wants more
And if we crash into the water
Would anybody ever know
Now would anybody ever know
Don’t think anybody’d ever know

[Pre-Hook 1]
I’m turning hard on the steering wheel
‘Til its feeling real
Don’t the tires smell like chamomile
Baby grab the wheel
The kids aren’t dealing well
Could you really tell
I got nothing on mind
Tell me

[Hook]
Can we go and find some trouble
Find some trouble
Find some piece of mind
Tell my girl, bring the crew and something else on the double (alright)
And do we party too much
Running ‘round town
With the radio up
Singing we don’t give a fuck
Do we party too much
Running ‘round town
With the radio up
Singing we don’t give a fuck
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all

[Verse 2]
We coming down like the Berlin Wall
Can’t be apart baby, not at all
‘Cause when we are this feeling catch us all
And these formal clothes don’t keep me warm, warm
We run across the roofs
The houses stretch away below
Until they fade away to nothing
It ain’t so far to fall
You say you’re not afraid to die
You say you’re not afraid to die
But I can tell you don’t believe it
I can see those eyes

[Pre Hook 2]
This neighbourhood give me chills
Like a funeral
Baby can you show me something real
Just that [?]
The kids aren’t dealing well
Could you really tell
I got nothing on my mind
Tell me

[Hook]
Can we go and find some trouble
Find some trouble
Find some piece of mind
Tell my girl, bring the crew and something else on the double (alright)
And do we party too much
Running ‘round town
With the radio up
Singing we don’t give a fuck
Do we party too much
Running ‘round town
With the radio up
Singing we don’t give a fuck
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all

[Outro]
I know the suburbs make you sick
Rows of boxes of forgotten things
And you starting to think
What if we never existed
Got this feeling and you just trying to kill it
I just hope you choose well