conner - Crashcourse

First Place

Won't let these street dogs steal my bone
Won't let them follow me back home
We only talk when we're intoxicated
Love a LA girls but they're not real
I'll spend ten bucks for a cheap thrill
High heels
Low self esteem
I hate it
(Love is dangerous)
I can't make you famous

I wish I had
A trophy
To hang up on my wall
When I'm naked
And I'm lonely
I could show it off
I could show it off
I'm in first place after all

(Rich Kids)
I'm sick of tryna figure out these Tesla doors
It's not my fault I grew up poor
Why's this damn thing so complicated
I'll find the cash to pay my rent
I'd rather die than ask my friends
They stick around in case I make it
I'm always saying
I can't make you famous

I wish I had
A trophy
To hang up on my wall
When I'm naked
And I'm lonely
I could show it off
I could show it off

I'm in first place after all
I love you all
After all
But I can't make you famous
I can't take it

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Writer(s): Conner Troxell
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