I'll Make Ya Famous Lyrics

by Write This Down

Hey!

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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