from the parking lot
you see our lights on
you see [bad word] fast you hide cause I know
drinkin' from empty cans
you see the pins we're wearin'
of band's you'll never know will drive you crazy

And this is how we roll
driving through the summer air
and this is how we roll
the suburban pioneers

hey you cheerleaders
we're superior
we're only losers till we reach the end of senior year
we [bad word] our hair
our clothes are out of fashion
from our old abandoned cars we'll blast the clash out

and this is how we roll
driving through the summer air
and this is how we roll
the suburban pioneers
and this is how we roll
with the black dye in our hair
and this is how we roll
we're the rebels of senior year

hey consumer girls
in your motorcades
'cause thats what daddy buys a new mercedes
but you would laugh at us
back in junior high
as we lost track of time in dreams of grandure

tell me, tell me
who's the one gone VIP yea
tell me, tell me
where's your boyfriend
Find More lyrics at www [bad word] tell me, tell me
do you want my autograph
tell me, tell me
how that feels now

and this is how we roll
driving through the summer air
and this is how we roll
the suburban pioneers
and this is how we roll
with the black dye in our hair
and this is how we roll
we're the rebels of senior year

won't you tell me that you're sorry now
'bout the 10 years wasted time
when you avoided my sight 'cause I was [bad word]  you
oh your standards were so high
but we'll sit in our cars and blast our tunes
'cause the music saved our lives
will the world love us we'll never know
will you wish you could go back, go back back in time

(tell me tell me)
do you want to
(tell me tell me)
tell me baby
(tell me tell me)
it's ok you want me

and this is how we roll
driving through the summer air
and this is how we roll
the suburban pioneers
and this is how we roll
with the black dye in our hair
and this is how we roll
we're the rebels of senior year