I can almost taste it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me
Windshields kissed with snow on this endless interstate Over the fields we go laughing all the way We sing love, love, love it's glorious Friends and
Bone and Biggie, Biggie (We gonna rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Rock the party) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie (Party) Just Bone and Biggie
Eeee, I feel like I'm famous You don't need no money, you don't need no dollar, You don't need no pearls, you don't need no diamonds, You don't need
Rose-tinted view And satellites that compromise the truth I wanted more With the cuts and the bruises Touch my face A hopeless embrace Faith, it drives
Mollie: I'm a outlaw I'm the big boss I'm a gangster on the dance floor I'm a outlaw I'm the big boss I'm a gangster on the dance floor Rochelle: Don
I used to dream about cars and things 'Bout being a star and things I thought that I would outgrow this feeling It seems my dream won't go away So it
Walking down the Frith Street Dawn is creeping up on me Some girls tears in a taxi Five o'clock shadows, drinking coffee So this is what it feels like
[Chorus] I know your hating on me cause Ia??m famous (oh please) I know your hating on me cause Ia??m famous (whats it look like) I know your hating on
Notorious Hey, hey, hey Ooo yeah Well there's a lone wolf out on the prowl tonight Lurkin' in the shadows, always out of sight I said, "Little girl,
[And you could tell From distance trynna figure The reals say I'm But I'm still And you could tell] [Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)]
We lift our hands in praise to You We lift in our hearts in worship to You, Lord We lift our voice to You and sing Our greatest love will ever be You,
And if I sing out in the dark of night Or praise You in the light of dawn Hear my song and lift me on Your wings And if I worship You in solitude Or
What in this world, feels so alive Makes us, then breaks us, then helps us survive Buries our hopes, then revives our desire to succeed We're all greed
Hold my breath for three more years Yeah, three years On my own on Saturdays It's glorious, it's glorious We were tired from the sleep Scrabbled and
How does it feel When everyone surrounds you? How do you deal Do crowds make you feel lonely? What do you say? When people come and try to pin you down
No, no, notorious No, no, notorious I can't read about it, burns the skin from your eyes I'll do fine without it, here's one you don't compromise Lies
