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Popular: Count's Coda (Explicit) - Van Hunt
Written by：Van Hunt
Just another face in the crowd fighting for position
The one that stands out among the millions
You fear that no one will know your name
There's nothing you could claim that would ever bring you fame
You take a look at just who you are
And what sets you apart
How can you be popular
Even though your friends are really friends
Even though they share your convictions
It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than
Just another face in the crowd fighting for position
To be the one that stands out among the millions
Just another face in the crowd fighting for the love of
The one that you dream about
If you could scream it loud enough for her to hear you
You fear that no one will notice you
'Cause you only do what others do
Your style depends on what they're into
You could always imitate the odd
You could even dress the part but how can you be popular
Even though your friends are really friends
Even though they share your convictions
It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than
Mm hmm just another face in the crowd fighting for position
To be the one that stands out among the millions
Just another face in the crowd fighting for that love of
The one that you dream about
If you could scream it loud enough for her to hear you
It is now the future
Compliments of technology everyone can shine for 15 minutes
And musicianship gives cats like me at least 30
I'm big in japan not a draw in Liverpool
Really all depends on who you ask and how much they know
But what's real is this see you on the computer
You looking like a jaybird with drawers on now you the HHIC
Just another face in the crowd fighting for position
But let's say you do get that popularity
It's nothin' but a one way street to a contest
What you need to do is gon' lay in the cut
Until you get voted most likely to act right
See I done learned it's a thick line between
Socialite and woman of the night
The one that you dream about
If you could only scream it loud enough for her to hear you
You think the iris or your landlord care about how popular you are
Ain't nobody said nothing about being famous
He said popular that ain't nothin' but game right there
