I’ll Make Ya Famous-WRITE THIS DOWN

Hey! Let’s go, I was driving down the interstate Lookin’ for a getaway from all the killjoy jobs And I know how every single song goes "DJ turn the volume up, let’s get on the dance floor" And it’s a bore and it’s a rerun I’ve heard before on the last song They’re scraping from the bottom of the barrel For a new improved original that no one’s heard before Another party jam Everybody’s getting out of hand, out of hand Another wasted youth Falling on the floor, crawling out the door Just slipping away Showtime, the party scene is filing in Looking for a hideaway from all the deadbeat clones And I know how every single night goes Crash out on the balcony, tearing up the front lawn And it’s a bore and it’s a rerun I’ve seen before every weekend They’re scraping from the bottom of the barrel For a new improved original that no one’s heard before Another party jam Everybody’s getting out of hand, out of hand Another wasted youth Falling on the floor, crawling out the door Just slipping away We’re slipping, just slipping away We’re wasting, just wasting our days Just wasting our days Another party jam Everybody’s getting out of hand, out of hand Another wasted youth Falling on the floor, crawling out the door Just slipping away Another party jam Everybody’s getting out of hand, out of hand [[Category:Write this down]]

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