Tennis Court

Thrill of Rebellion: Decoding Life's Wicked Games
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Lyrics

Don't you think that it's borin' how people talk?

Expressing boredom with people's conversations.

Makin' smart with their words again, well, I'm bored

Commenting on others using clever words; expressing personal boredom.

Because I'm doin' this for the thrill of it, killin' it

Engaging in activities for the excitement, enjoying the thrill.

Never not chasin' the million things I want

Consistently pursuing numerous desires and goals.

And I am only as young as the minute is, full of it

Life is fleeting, living in the moment, and feeling invigorated.

Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought

Deriving satisfaction from small materialistic pleasures.

But I know they'll never own me (yeah)

Asserting independence and resisting being controlled by possessions.

Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears

Suggesting contrasting roles in a relationship: one playful, the other emotional.

It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)

Considering indifference as a form of art; not caring about societal expectations.

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

Expressing happiness even in the face of fear or challenges.

Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Proposing going to the tennis court for a conversation, perhaps a metaphorical escape.

Pretty soon I'll be gettin' on my first plane

Acknowledging an upcoming journey or change.

I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space

Imagining seeing the city from a different perspective.

But my head's fillin' up fast with the wicked games, up in flames

Feeling overwhelmed by negative emotions and challenges.

How can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known?

Struggling to enjoy life's pleasures due to personal reputation or recognition.

And my boys trip me up with their heads again, lovin' them

Friends causing emotional turmoil, but the love for them persists.

Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne

Unity and enjoyment when everyone aligns for a common goal.

But I know it's not forever (yeah)

Realizing that this state of unity is temporary.

Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears

Reiterating the contrasting roles in the relationship.

It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)

Highlighting the indifference as a new form of artistic expression.

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

Expressing happiness despite underlying fears.

Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Revisiting the idea of conversing at the tennis court.

It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)

Doubting the reality compared to idealized images.

Gettin' caught's half of the trip, though, isn't it? (Yeah)

Recognizing that getting caught is an integral part of the experience.

I fall apart with all my heart (yeah)

Expressing vulnerability and emotional breakdown.

And you can watch from your window (yeah)

Inviting someone to observe the emotional turmoil from a distance.

And you can watch from your window

Repetition, emphasizing the invitation to observe.

Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears

Revisiting the contrasting roles in the relationship.

It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)

Emphasizing indifference as a new art form.

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

Reiterating happiness despite underlying fears.

Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Repeating the idea of conversing at the tennis court.

And talk it up like, yeah (yeah), and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Repetition for emphasis on the tennis court conversation.

Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Repeating the suggestion to talk at the tennis court.

And talk it up like, yeah (yeah), and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Repetition, emphasizing the invitation to talk at the tennis court.

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)

Final repetition, reinforcing the idea of conversing at the tennis court.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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