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