Original lyrics

EN

Like a 90's American superstar I hate it here, dude, where's my car? Lazy and lonely, dazed and confused Way more than ten things I hate about you Clueless and at my breaking point Need somebody new to disappoint Escape from LA, it's time to go Kill the star on the radio Break my heart Shouldn't be that hard You're just like a growing pain And when I grow up, you'll go away Break my heart La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la Wanna buy a fancy sports car And get drunk at a sports bar With a washed-up rockstar Who's tryna write a memoir Stop being so damn dramatic You just got dropped from Atlantic You're out of date And you're out of style But you clean up nice You beautiful man-child Say you'll change, I don't know You still watch 90210 Break my heart Shouldn't be that hard You're just like a growing pain And when I grow up, you'll go away Break my heart La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la