Lyrics Front Row Girl - DENA

Here she comes again and everyone's expecting her
She's entering the building like a queen in a dreamworld
Looking super fly, the shoes are super high
And it's like golden dust around her, looks amazing in the light

She's stealing everybody's show
There's no one who doesn't know
Her super confident outside
Some wanna know her from inside
She's used to snap and get it all
But sometimes she ain't got control
I see her crying after the show
She got me wondering

Front row girl, taking what is hers
Can someone explain me why she's crying afterwards?
Front row girl, taking what is hers, yeah
Can someone explain me why she's crying afterwards? Yeah
Crying afterwards, crying afterwards, yeah
Crying afterwards, why she's crying afterwards?
Crying afterwards, crying afterwards, yeah
Crying afterwards, why she's crying afterwards?

Don't worry baby girl, see you don't have to cry now
They love you all 'cause you're the coolest, you so fly now
Wipe away those tears and you go finish what you started
Wash your pretty face 'cause it belongs under the spotlight

She's stealing everybody's show
There's no one who doesn't know
Her super confident outside
Some wanna know her from inside
She's used to snap and get it all
But sometimes she ain't got control
I see her crying after the show
She got me wondering

Front row girl, taking what is hers
Can someone explain me why she's crying afterwards?
Front row girl, taking what is hers, yeah
Can someone explain me why she's crying afterwards? Yeah
Crying afterwards, crying afterwards, yeah
Crying afterwards, why she's crying afterwards?
Crying afterwards, crying afterwards, yeah
Crying afterwards, why she's crying afterwards?

This one wasn't really meant to be a diss
But if it was a competition, you just got dismissed
If it was a competition who's the realest chick
Sick flip, trick chick, I don't mean your hair flip
I don't really get what exactly is your thing
All you ever wanted was to be a VIP
Now you think you made it 'cause they see you here with me
Okay, I mean, maybe it's the it girl hanging next to me
Entering the club on your heels, you so high
I can be the high one, but I'm staying fly
I can see you trying, but I think you try too hard
Smiling on the pictures, but I see you feeling bad
Backstage bitches and aftershow chicks
Written on your face "It girl", you feel like shit, girl
What exactly do you think you're going to achieve?
Everywhere you go multiplications of the same thing
Fake friends, fake blings, fake drinks, fake links
Girl, you better make up your mind and listen to your heart
Otherwise this party's gonna make you cry