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• Artiste: LOVA
• Titre: LAME
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This guy, he's such a creep He's boring me to death and breathing down my neck I'm so alone in crowds of people I thought this was the dream To wear these fancy clothes But where's my self-respect? Surrounded by annoying seagulls It's too late to start feelin' sorry It's too late, it's me who wished for it Can I leave this party? Why can't I leave this party? ‘Cause everybody's fuckin' lame All my life All I wanted was to be the too cool type Be what everybody wantеd to be like But truth is, I don't know if it's really mе All my life All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys But it's a lie Truth is, we're all fuckin' lame I ride the [?] alone Then meet and greet with peeps who wanna be someone The worse part is, I'm just as phoney I think we missed the joke We fake bright smiles upon white lies I feel so numb This sad part is that no one knows me It's too late to start feelin' sorry It's too late, it's me who wished for it Can I leave this party? Why can't I leave this party? ‘Cause everybody's fuckin' lame All my life All I wanted was to be the too cool type Be what everybody wanted to be like But truth is, I don't know if it's really me All my life All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys But it's a lie Truth is, we're all fuckin' lame Wanna waste champagne that I know I'll throw up later Here's a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters They're just bein' jealous just like Shaquille O'Neal I'm big, rich, and famous, yeah, let me keep it real I wanna waste champagne that I know I'll throw up later Here's a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters, yeah They're just bein' jealous, but everybody's jealous of me Me, me, me, me All my life All I wanted was to be the too cool type Be what everybody wanted to be like But truth is, I don't know if it's really me All my life All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys But it's a lie Truth is, we're all fuckin' lame Lame Lame La-la-lame, lame Truth is, we're all fuckin' lame