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shauna dean cokeland – last best popstars lyrics

they said, “sdc, you’re too good for pop”
dark streets, bright lights, gonna rip you up, baby
hundred million kids in a mass migration
la, give it up for the teen star invasion
applaud like you know what i’m doing here
i’m a f+cked up xerox of britney spears
and i don’t even know what a xerox is
’cause i’m a bleach blonde, beat down high school kid
i’m seventeen, does that f+ck with your head?
when you tell me to take my clothes off in my comments
i’m pretty, i get it, i bet your head’s spinnin’
i make this place jump like a frog on acid
and i won’t pretend to be somethin’ i’m not, sike
i know what i’m for and i know what i want, like
don’t tell me you love me, just give me the spotlight
what’s the point in the dance if the beat never drops, right?

i’ll take it as far as it goes
get your hands up ’cause this is a show
not bummin’ us out like a funeral
’cause the way that we’re livin’s unusual
they know i’m too young but they go for it
try to hop on when i roll for it
i know it’s your job to make this hard
but just dance, we’re all the last best popstars
the last best popstars

now i got brands knockin’ down my door
but i grew up poor, call that trailer park couture
it’s a beach town with just that to offer
the prettiest girls and the dirtiest water
call me crazy if it’s not my place to say
but i bet it’s not that different in la
the same chemical compounds we’re encased in
that we did in small towns, fields and bas+m+nts
now they tell me i’m gorgeous wasted

now i feel for lindsay and britney, let me say
’cause i’ve heard the call of a city far away
that i’ve never set foot in but my young mind still wanders
like, where’s all the love gone?
i bet it’s in california
take it as far as it goes
get your hands up ’cause this is a show
not bummin’ us out like a funeral
’cause the way that we’re livin’s unusual
they know i’m too young but they go for it
try to hop on when i roll for it
i know it’s your job to make this hard
just dance, we’re all the last best popstars
the last best popstars
the last best+

last best popstars, paparazzi, fast cars
get what we want
’cause the motherf+ckin’ rules are
just holding you back
no one cares how you act
when you smile for the camera
so f+ckin’ attractive
let’s get high in the hotel pool
cry all night ’cause you wish you were me
poor baby, don’t you know that
fame is inside you
let go, let it find you
now let’s f+ckin’ party!
takes her hair down, looking like america
stares into streetlights to say, “i f+ckin’ dare ya”
hotel pool lit up when it’s dark outside
sdc gon’ eat this scene alive

- shauna dean cokeland lyrics

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