Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
I.V King
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivy Schulte
Songwriter
Griffin Robillard
Songwriter
Lyrics
I wish these walls could talk
Drunk on Mom's wine again
Ya left me here alone
Cuz I'm just your friend
Your boyfriend like his weed
And so now you do too
You cheer for him at games
I'm sidelined screaming for you
Bad guys on the bleachers
And hot girl cheerleaders
I don't get either
Teenage Drama
Teenage Karma
Take me back there
My Dads not there
We'd be prom queens
Would you go with me?
Baby
You're flirting with me
While holding my right hand
I felt his class ring
But I'm just your friend
Did you know your heart was beating
Faster than before
Every hit you took of me
Left me wanting more
Bad guys on the bleachers
Hot girl cheerleaders
I don't get either
Teenage Drama
Teenage Karma
Take me back there
My Dads not there
We'd be prom queens
Would you go with me
Baby
My lockers covered in posters of you
Shitty teachers wearing shitty perfume
Jesus Christ is judging us in the pews
The football team is just a lazy excuse
To see hot girls like you
(she really is so hot!)
The marching band comes in on cue
Playing that song from "10 Things I Hate About You"
It's mostly fine, but it's just high school
And hot girls like you
Teenage Drama
Teenage Trauma
Take me back there
My Dads not there
We'd be prom queens
Would you go with me
Baby
Teenage Drama
Teenage Karma
Take me back there
My Daddies not there
We'd be prom queens
Would you go with me
Baby
Teenage Drama
Teenage Karma
Take me back there
My Dads not there
We'd be prom queens
Would you go with me
Baby
Written by: Griffin Robillard, Ivy Schulte
