Song | Hover Near Fame |
Artist | The New Amsterdams |
Album | Worse For The Wear |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pryor | |
I'll trust as far as I can spit. | |
You can read deep into it. | |
New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard. | |
I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. | |
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us). | |
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. | |
It's a stake out. | |
There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. | |
So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. | |
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend. | |
Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate, | |
I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say. | |
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. | |
It's a stake out. | |
Your hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. | |
Somewhere the novelty wore thin. | |
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage. | |
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own. | |
I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight. | |
On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. | |
It's a stake out. | |
Hanging on with bated breath, your just milking this for: | |
Access, what little we possess. | |
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same. | |
Excess, destined to impress. | |
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame. |
zuo qu : Pryor | |
I' ll trust as far as I can spit. | |
You can read deep into it. | |
New York nightlife isn' t shit without a storyboard. | |
I don' t think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. | |
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest of us. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
There' s hanging on with bated breath, you' re just milking this to death. | |
So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. | |
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone' s a friend. | |
Not that the nightlife isn' t great and if I seem to be irate, | |
I don' t have tolerance for fakes: what' s to say. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
Your hanging on with bated breath, you' re just milking this to death. | |
Somewhere the novelty wore thin. | |
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage. | |
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own. | |
I' ll watch you sinking like a stone: what a sight. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
Hanging on with bated breath, your just milking this for: | |
Access, what little we possess. | |
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn' t be the same. | |
Excess, destined to impress. | |
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame. |
zuò qǔ : Pryor | |
I' ll trust as far as I can spit. | |
You can read deep into it. | |
New York nightlife isn' t shit without a storyboard. | |
I don' t think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. | |
You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest of us. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
There' s hanging on with bated breath, you' re just milking this to death. | |
So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. | |
The drinks are better in this joint where everyone' s a friend. | |
Not that the nightlife isn' t great and if I seem to be irate, | |
I don' t have tolerance for fakes: what' s to say. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
Your hanging on with bated breath, you' re just milking this to death. | |
Somewhere the novelty wore thin. | |
Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage. | |
This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own. | |
I' ll watch you sinking like a stone: what a sight. | |
On your way out, don' t bother picking up your tab. | |
It' s a stake out. | |
Hanging on with bated breath, your just milking this for: | |
Access, what little we possess. | |
Any other pays the cover but it wouldn' t be the same. | |
Excess, destined to impress. | |
You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame. |