"Supermodels" lyrics

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We're gettin' everybody mad when we pull up on the scene
I didn't mean to crash your party, what's your problem with me?
And we got like one shot left, sat in this blacked out car
But we roll the windows down, because they all know who we are
Like, what we doing? (We don't know)
And how could it be? (You wanna ride with me?)
So where we going? (To the show)
You want a piece of me? (You want a piece of me? I'll get you VIP)

'Cause we got like one shot left, we gotta get this right
Now you know you're only in it for life

But your girlfriend's only into supermodels (Supermodels)
It's that behind-the-scenes, magazine poppin' bottles (Poppin' bottles)
And it's that road rage, side stage, fast fame kinda trouble (Kinda trouble)
When I got both hands on the wheel but I kinda like it how

They try to block us out, but I'm on your radio
They tried to keep us in the garage, but we're running this show
And now I'm lookin' in the mirror like, "Who wouldn't wanna be me?"
Like how did we get here? When did somebody win a freebie?
No friends in high places, got a lucky hand and it's all aces

But your girlfriend's only into supermodels (Supermodels)
It's that behind-the-scenes, magazine poppin' bottles (Poppin' bottles)
And it's that road rage, side stage, fast fame kinda trouble (Kinda trouble)
And I got both hands on the wheel, but I kinda like it when you

Dance like there's nobody near ya
I like it how it sounds blowing out of your speaker
I like it when it's loud, keep it red in the meter
I like it when the whole crowd sings
I can't hear ya, can't hear ya, can't hear ya

Three, two, one, go

I like it when you dance like there's nobody near you
I like it how it sounds blowing out of your speaker
I like it when it's loud, keep it red in the meter
I like it when the whole crowd sings
I can't hear ya, can't hear ya, can't hear ya
Can't hear ya, can't hear ya (Three, two, one)

But your girlfriend's only into supermodels (Supermodels)
It's that behind-the-scenes, magazine poppin' bottles (Poppin' bottles)
And it's that road rage, side stage, fast fame kinda trouble (Kinda trouble)
And I got both hands on the wheel, but I kinda like it when you

Dance like there's nobody near ya
I like it how it sounds blowing out of your speaker
I like it when it's loud, keep it red in the meter
I like it when the whole crowd sings
I can't hear ya, can't hear ya, can't hear ya