Stevie T - Pop Punk Kid (ft. Brian Storm) Songtexte

I hang out with all my friends
Eat pizza with all of them
Jeans as tight as they will fit
Long boarding is so legit
My dad says to get a job
I left and stayed with my mom
Owl themed tattoos are the bomb
Snapbacks are too
And I, collect all the finest vinyl records
And jeremy mckinnon is my savior (cmon cmon)

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
My favorite lyrics tatted on my wrist
I cant wait to leave this town
Write about how I miss it now

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
Only shoes I wear are converses
Think I'll buy a flannel now
Use my mama's bank account

La la la la, la la la
(Till everyone is singin)
La la la la, la la la
Jeremy mckinnon

I am so original
I always stray from the mold
I listen to trendy bands
That only have 50 fans
I may look like all the rest
Wearing this bands christmas' vest
Its just a marketing ploy
But I purchase them with joy (oh no)

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
My favorite lyrics tatted on my wrist
I cant wait to leave this town
Write about how I miss it now

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
Only shoes I wear are converses
Think ill buy a flannel now
Use my mama's bank account

Now all my friends on the left
All my friends on the right
All my friends in the youtube comments
All you need to understand
You're no more of a man
'Cuz you only listen to breakdowns
You think it makes you tougher
But we all can co-exist
So everybody buy a gibson les paul
So we all can solo like this

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
My favorite lyrics tatted on my wrist
I cant wait to leave this town
Write about how I miss it now

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
Only shoes I wear are converses
Think ill buy a flannel now
Use my mama's bank account

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
My favorite lyrics tatted on my wrist
I cant wait to leave this town
Write about how I miss it now

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
Only shoes I wear are converses
Think ill buy a flannel now
Use my mama's bank account

(All my friends)

Just the lifestyle of a pop punk kid
Everything we did, everything we did

(Are you ready to pop punk?! Sing along!)
Still pick my friends over you, you, you
Still pick my friends over you you you

(Ok ladies you can do it to!)
I got a lot to say to you, I got a lot to say
I notice your eyes are always glued to me
Keepin them here and it makes no sense at all