(Verse 1)

You can date the prom king, you can be the prom queen

But the principal says I’m too bad to go (Oh)

I’ma do my own thing, blast the music till my ears ring

I ain’t missing a damn thing—you missing the real thing

I was born dressed up, so I don’t get dressed up

One day, you’ll see you messed up—see behind your makeup

My whole life’s a party, I don’t switch party hats

But where do you party at? Where your party at?

I been looking for an answer—she asked a dancer

How do I step to this question? What’s next for a senior?

Should I be a freshman again, accept being a beginner?

Or live like I graduated with the highest honor?

Yes, your honor, I see laws, but I’m not a conformer

And I see your correction facility don’t correct at its center

They tried to cut out my feelings like they cancers

But they keep growing back in me, so again, I tell ya

(Chorus)

You can date the prom king, you can be the prom queen

But the principal says I’m too bad to go (Oh)

I’ma do my own thing, blast the music till my ears ring

I ain’t missing a damn thing—you missing the real thing

(Verse 2)

I’m so in the zone, I don’t see no zone

Collab’d with tunes, now I’m in territory unknown

Trying to find a home, but I’m trespassing everywhere I go

My trust passed up everything I’ve known

But you know where you going and you flowing

I’m holding you back, and you like, “I’m done waiting”

I was on the fast track, must’ve missed my exit

Still headed to the same place—can’t see where it is yet

Life just hit me with a 180—ow, baby

I can't go, baby, go, baby—you’ll always be my A-lady

Just maybe after the music stop, I’ll be your first stop

But if not, fear not—I’m too hot, I won’t drop

(Bridge)

Well, maybe I’ll descend, but I just keep flying

So I’ma keep cruising—toast to you and your new friend

(Chorus)

You can date the prom king, you can be the prom queen

But the principal says I’m too bad to go (Oh)

I’ma do my own thing, blast the music till my ears ring

I ain’t missing a damn thing—you missing the real thing

(Outro)

The chauffeur’s outside—enjoy the ride, whatever you ride

My feelings had their own hearse as I kissed you goodbye

Only you know why the scene was better than what we meant

And even if it’s a con, I’m so content

New look, you hooked—I’m booked, I thought you was took, baby

Karma cut like a barber—don’t you think my dark case crazy?

The eyes of Mr. You Don’t Know

The sixteenth bar on my next interval

We couldn’t be together off principle—call it the principal

(Final Chorus - Fade Out)

You can date the prom king, you can be the prom queen

But the principal says I’m too bad to go (Oh)

I ain’t missing a damn thing—you missing the real thing

Blast the music till my ears ring—I’ma do my own thing