Popular: Count's Coda - Van Hunt

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for position;

The one that stands out among the millions…

You fear that no one will know your name;

There’s nothing you could claim that would ever bring you fame…

You take a look at just who you are

And what sets you apart — How can you be popular?

Even though your friends are really friends, even though they share your

convictions

It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than…

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for position

To be the one that stands out among the millions…

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for the love of

The one that you dream about — if you could scream it loud enough for her to

hear you…

You fear that no one will notice you

'Cause you only do what others do — Your style depends on what they’re into…

You could always imitate the odd;

You could even dress the part, but how can you be popular?

Even though your friends are really friends, even though they share your

convictions

It would be nice to be remembered in the end as more than…

Mm-hmm, just another face in the crowd, fighting for position

To be the one that stands out among the millions…

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for that love of

The one that you dream about — if you could scream it loud enough for her to

hear you…

Count Bass D:

It is now the future

Compliments of technology, everyone can shine for 15 minutes

And musicianship gives cats like me at least 30

I’m big in Japan, not a draw in Liverpool

Really all depends on who you ask and how much they know

But, what’s real is this: see you on the computer.

You looking like a jaybird

with drawers on.

Now you the HHIC

Van Hunt:

Just another face in the crowd, fighting for position…

Count Bass D/(Van Hunt):

But let’s say you do get that popularity.

It’s nothin' but a one-way street to

a contest

(To be one that stands out among the millions…)

What you need to do is gon' lay in the cut until you get voted Most Likely to

Act Right

(Just another face in the crowd, fighting for that love of)

See, I done learned it’s a thick line between «socialite» and «woman of the

night»

(The one that you dream about — if you could only scream it loud enough for her

to hear you…)

But in your eyes, only thing worse than new money is quiet money

You think the IRS or your landlord care about how popular you are?

Ain’t nobody said nothing about being famous, he said popular.

That ain’t

nothin' but game right there