Lyrics

They call me trouble They call me lame They call me color, call me skin, call me friend They call me fear They call me pretty They call me other side, we call them lies Oh, my God, I can travel the world inside my bed Trading all the money I don't get (yeah!) Yeah, I know the way to make it fake (whoa!) We are the face of fast food nation I mean, overrated, so overrated) We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go Underrated, underrated Ayy, we know the rules We could be happier instead of lose We are the future, we are the noise We are a tiny sight in the shadow Oh, my God (yeah!) I can travel the world inside my bed (whoa!) Trading all the money I don't get (yeah) Yeah, I know the way to make it fake (woah!) We are the face of the fast food nation I mean, overrated, so overrated We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go Underrated, underrated Overrated, so overrated Underrated, underrated But are we feeling free? Uh I got a gun on my body So overrated, overrated I want my pitchfork review, a 1.5, saying The record sucks, but I'm good like, oh, yeah! I'm underrated, underrated We are the face of the fast food nation I mean, overrated, so overrated We are the people, tomorrow with nowhere else to go Underrated, underrated Overrated, so overrated Underrated, underrated
Writer(s): Yann Stefani, Mathieu Emmanuel Monnaert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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