Teenage Dream 2 (with Lil Uzi Vert)
Lil Uzi
Those set of bald tires, couple loose wires
Yeah, that was my first truck
Two doors, bench seat, that's where I first fell in love
We were rollin' free, only 16
Muddy speakers bumpin' sounds of a six-string
And I swear I ain't never seen nothin' on a silver screen shinin' like her
(Oh, whoa, oh)
We were brighter than the headlights, blowin' through stop signs
(Oh, whoa, oh)
And if you're lookin' for a good time
Baby, you could roll with me
We could take it to backstreets
We'll be breakin' in those back seats
There ain't a thing that we couldn't be (couldn't be)
Baby, if you roll with me
I could be your teenage dream
You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one-nighter
Yeah, you're everything I want and need
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (with me)
I said roll, roll, roll with me (with me), yeah
I said go, go, go with me (with me)
You don't need a green light (no)
Smilin' through my pain because they know my teeth white, yeah
In your bed, you all alone, and you can't sleep right, ayy
You ain't do nobody else, so you is retired, yeah
I love you, so I keep you clean, just like my Jeep, right? (Yeah)
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa-whoa)
I said you were so important, I treat you just like my very first
Lambo, whoa-whoa (Lamb')
I know, whoa (I know)
That you would rather be at home (at home, yeah-yeah)
Sittin' there all alone (whoa)
I answer every time you go to call my phone (brrt) (phone, yeah-yeah)
Maybe it is lust
But I love you like my very first truck
(Oh, whoa, oh) (like my very first truck)
We were brighter than the headlights, blowin' through stop signs
(Oh, whoa, oh)
And if you're lookin' for a good time
Baby, you could roll with me
We could take it to backstreets
We'll be breakin' in those back seats
There ain't a thing that we couldn't be
Baby, if you roll with me
I could be your teenage dream
You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one-nighter
Yeah, you're everything I want and need
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Those set of bald tires, couple loose wires
Yeah, that was my first truck
Two doors, bench seat, that's where I first fell in love
We were rollin' free, only 16
Muddy speakers bumpin' sounds of a six-string
And I swear I ain't never seen nothin' on a silver screen shinin' like her
(Oh, whoa, oh)
We were brighter than the headlights, blowin' through stop signs
(Oh, whoa, oh)
And if you're lookin' for a good time
Baby, you could roll with me
We could take it to backstreets
We'll be breakin' in those back seats
There ain't a thing that we couldn't be (couldn't be)
Baby, if you roll with me
I could be your teenage dream
You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one-nighter
Yeah, you're everything I want and need
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (with me)
I said roll, roll, roll with me (with me), yeah
I said go, go, go with me (with me)
You don't need a green light (no)
Smilin' through my pain because they know my teeth white, yeah
In your bed, you all alone, and you can't sleep right, ayy
You ain't do nobody else, so you is retired, yeah
I love you, so I keep you clean, just like my Jeep, right? (Yeah)
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa-whoa)
I said you were so important, I treat you just like my very first
Lambo, whoa-whoa (Lamb')
I know, whoa (I know)
That you would rather be at home (at home, yeah-yeah)
Sittin' there all alone (whoa)
I answer every time you go to call my phone (brrt) (phone, yeah-yeah)
Maybe it is lust
But I love you like my very first truck
(Oh, whoa, oh) (like my very first truck)
We were brighter than the headlights, blowin' through stop signs
(Oh, whoa, oh)
And if you're lookin' for a good time
Baby, you could roll with me
We could take it to backstreets
We'll be breakin' in those back seats
There ain't a thing that we couldn't be
Baby, if you roll with me
I could be your teenage dream
You could be my shotgun rider, I don't want a one-nighter
Yeah, you're everything I want and need
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Baby, you could roll, roll, roll with me (oh, whoa, oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Horne, Bonnie Dymond
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