Mr. Popular

My name is Popular
I don hit the parking lot in a Bentley truck
You know I stay up all night I live so dangerous
I drank a pint of codiene hope you can hang with us
My name is Popular
I don hit the parking lot in a Bentley truck
You know I stay up all night I live so dangerous
I drank a pint of codiene hope you can hang with us (oh, yeah)
Its quite mad, my thoughts want the grippin on
I wipe my warm, my carry on Louis Vuitton
But late may on, never call with my neighbors
The wallpaper was designated for dark.
I want to pay, Ill get repay
The figure . and all the good he way that Ill scape
The palm right the cranberry that kay,
Hush and the cool it is and the whiter .
The cool lay, cool grave is a great A,
The games people play in silence with the.
. they raise the blay, I might pull up an Aces .
Ill take a flight to Spain just to heat that baked potato
My name is Popular
I don hit the parking lot in a Bentley truck
You know I stay up all night I live so dangerous
I drank a pint of codiene hope you can hang with us
My name is Popular
I don hit the parking lot in a Bentley truck
You know I stay up all night I live so dangerous



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Writer(s): Horst Christian Simco
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