Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Almost Famous, artist - Dylan Brady. Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Almost Famous |
| Twitters making me really anxious |
| But I just really wanna be famous |
| Everyone around me is sus |
| But I just want to be on a tour bus |
| So cut around me with a knife |
| Hit all the lines |
| Gotta make sure I look nice |
| So take your time |
| Hit the gram, hit the grav, got no need for a map |
| Drink a 40, lookin' sporty, then throw up with a laugh |
| All the time, in my spine, all I hear is the cracks |
| Gotta go, with some coke, but I fall in a trap |
| New city, feeling shitty, tell me what is the haps |
| Don’t remember, don’t remember, blame the drugs for the lapse |
| Get your ID and come find me, the security’s lax |
| The front might be shut but there’s space in the back |
| New city, feeling shitty, tell me what is the haps |
| Don’t remember, don’t remember, blame the drugs for the lapse |
| Get your ID and come find me, the security’s lax |
| The front might be shut but there’s space in the back |
| Don’t remember where my friends went or what we did last night |
| Don’t remember but apparently we got in a fight |
| I don’t want to hurt your feelings but we’re not even friends |
| I don’t know why you’re slidin' through my DMs |
| We’re going to the show |
| And we’re gonna get on stage |
| I don’t even know the words |
| But I think I’ll be okay |
| Don’t know why you keep on calling me, I never call back |
| I keep my hair in pigtails, keep it out of my face |
| Smoking cigs all night in the backroom |
| Now we’re throwing up in the bathroom |
| Don’t wanna go but I have to |
| Because I’ve got a curfew |
| Hit the gram, hit the grav, got no need for a map |
| Drink a 40, lookin' sporty, then throw up with a laugh |
| All the time, in my spine, all I hear is the cracks |
| Gotta go, with some coke, but I fall in a trap |
| New city, feeling shitty, tell me what is the haps |
| Don’t remember, don’t remember, blame the drugs for the lapse |
| Get your ID and come find me, the security’s lax |
| The front might be shut but there’s space in the back |
| Never made it on the tour bus |
| Finally felt that I’ve had enough |
| Would you know if I was putting on a show? |
| Would you care if I was elsewhere? |