The Fun Percent Songtext
von Dream Job

I go out every night with Chad and Greg from Sales
We take an Uber from the newest luxury loft
We pass some neighborhoods within a third world war
We look away, crank Passion Pit, and lock the door

It′s their fault, they should be more diligent
Like I was born into the fun percent


All my friends are gold, all my fears are sold

I got some passes to Coachella from my dad
I'll take a week off and I′ll go with Greg and Chad
The sun is shining on my twelve dollar light beer
Post photos every hour just to prove I'm here

It's my world, and anyone who lives in it
Is either a threat or just unfortunate

All my friends are gold, all my fears are sold