Popular Song Lyrics
Down sunset in every place, in every face
Yeah, yeah
Tell me, do you see her?
She's livin' her life
Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight
But if you knew her, yeah, she lives a lie
She calls the paparazzi then she acts surprised
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh
She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh
Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh
Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Every night she prays to the sky (Every night)
Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see
Begging on her knees to be popular
That's her dream to be popular
Kill anyone to be popular
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
I know that you see me
Time's gone by
Spent my whole life runnin' from your flashin' lights
Try to own it
But I'm alright
You can't take my soul without a fucking fight, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh
She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh
Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh
Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Every night she prays to the sky (Every night)
Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see
Begging on her knees to be popular
That's her dream to be popular
Kill anyone to be popular
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
I'm getting money and I'm keepin' it
I'm getting cash and I'm keepin' it
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
Pop-popular, born to be popular
She in debt, twenty mill', but she run it up
She can never be broke 'cause she popular
Turn the webcam on for the followers
Begging on her knees to be popular
That's her dream to be popular
Kill anyone to be popular
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
Find the Lyrics Meaning of Popular Song
There was a girl named Sarah. She had always felt like an outsider, longing for acceptance and recognition. In her pursuit of popularity, she found herself making a deal with the devil.
Sarah was mesmerized by the allure of the spotlight. She would wander down Sunset Boulevard, gazing at the bright lights that seemed to dance with promises of fame. Deep down, she craved the attention and adoration that came with being in the limelight.
She was living a double life, pretending to be someone she wasn't. Sarah would call the paparazzi on herself, pretending to be surprised by their presence. She reveled in the attention, but deep inside, she felt empty.
Every night, she prayed for fame, kneeling on her bedroom floor and looking up to the sky. Flashing lights became an addiction, the only thing she ever wanted to see. Sarah was willing to do anything to achieve her dream of popularity.
Driven by her desire, Sarah was ready to sacrifice anything. She would step on anyone who stood in her way, leaving a trail of broken relationships and shattered dreams behind her. She even sold her soul to the devil, hoping it would secure her place in the spotlight.
Money became her obsession. It was the measure of her popularity and success. Sarah knew that people flocked to her because she had it, and she flaunted it shamelessly. She believed that being associated with wealth made her more desirable.
But as time went by, Sarah started to question her choices. She realized that she had been running from the truth her whole life. The flashing lights no longer held the same enchantment they once did. She couldn't allow her soul to be taken without a fight.
Sarah understood that true popularity couldn't be bought or manufactured. It had to come from within, from being genuine and authentic. She realized that the fame she had been chasing was hollow, leaving her feeling trapped and empty.
She made a decision to break free from the chains of popularity. Sarah knew that she would face resistance and judgment, but she was determined to find her true self. No longer would she rely on money, fame, or the opinions of others to define her worth.
As she let go of her quest for popularity, Sarah discovered the joy of being free. She learned to love herself, flaws and all, and surrounded herself with genuine connections. No longer chasing the spotlight, she found peace and happiness in living life on her own terms.
And so, Sarah's story teaches us that popularity is a fickle illusion, one that can lead us astray if we're not careful. True fulfillment comes from embracing our true selves and forging genuine connections, rather than seeking validation through external measures of success.
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