A-List Songtext
von Kyle Hume

I′m 5'8", 5′9"on a good day
No first team pick coming my way
But I don't mind
'Cause she say I′m so fine
Got no G-wagon in the driveway
But I′m saving up for a nice place
And she likes that
She know my money on the right path
That I'ma get it right back

I still haven′t made it
But she thinks I'm the greatest
I may never be famous
But at least I′m her favorite
And when I don't believe I′m enough
I can't see all the things that she loves
She reminds me I may never be A-list
But I'll still be her favorite kind of guy
Her favorite kind of guy


And I′m nowhere close to a fan club
But she′s so front row with her hands up
And there's no one laughing at my stand-up
But she swears I′m the funniest guy she knows
When I call out heads and it ends up tails
When I try to be cool and it miserably fails
She still thinks she's in a fairytale
I guess I′m doing something well, 'cause

I still haven′t made it
But she thinks I'm the greatest
I may never be famous
But at least I'm her favorite
And when I don′t believe I′m enough
I can't see all the things that she loves
She reminds me I may never be A-list
But I′ll still be her favorite kinda guy
Her favorite kinda guy

I ain't the top shelf, she says I′m the good stuff
And I'm just a black cat, she says I′m her good luck
And tells me to chill out, "don't get your head stuck"
Maybe I should just listen to her, 'cause
I ain′t the top shelf, she says I′m the good stuff
And I'm just a black cat, she says I′m her good luck
And tells me to chill out, "don't get your head stuck"
Maybe I should just listen to her, ′cause