Andy Warhol
I told you lot before that I'm an arrogant fucker
Decent on tracks but I'm a marathon runner
I started with a track like a rapping Dwain Chambers
They said that it was dope and that's how I became famous
When I'm famous no more we can celebrate
I would rather be notorious anyway
Fame is overrated mate
I only say shit to get on people's nerves
Not the radio playlist
So here's one thing I've grown to understand
So anyone who claims to know my name forever sounds phony
Remember the day the whole world promoted one man?
It didn't take long to forget about Kony
Why would I change my style just to fit in?
When I know that one minute you're in fashion then you vanish
Even if I ever gain the title of the biggest
It'll last about as long as Kim Kardashian's marriage
They'll love you and respect you
Then scream fuck you and reject you
So it's up to you to ride this thing out
Until they forget you
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
Beep beep coming through
Same beef, nothing new
Getting myself knee-deep
Can I get a retweet?
We speak one or two truths you're offended
Don't pretend you never shout abuse like your friend did
Last Saturday, getting messy with the strongbows
Laughing at some pricks as they try and sing a song
To Jessie J and Tom Jones
I know it's harsh but Britain measures talent
If there's grannies playing bongos
Uh, and they're calling me bitter
Just because I speak my mind
I bet you've seen it on my Twitter
Stop pretending everything is great or plain amazing
Mainly things are shit so I'mma say whatever graces me
Please buy my single, buy my fucking single
Sounded like a broken record
Plus your songs abysmal
Never judge by the size of your wallets
Rather say what's on your mind and try growing some bollocks
They'll love you and respect you
Then scream fuck you and reject you
So it's up to you to ride this thing out
Until they forget you
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
Warhol's statement was risky business
We're all gonna be famous for fifteen minutes
The rich have got the money but the poor have got the power
What are you gonna do with your quarter of an hour?
I'm doing exactly what I did when I was unknown
I live by one code: speak out and never come home
But just know that when you speak your mind, they'll say it's harmful
If you don't believe, I've provided an example
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
Decent on tracks but I'm a marathon runner
I started with a track like a rapping Dwain Chambers
They said that it was dope and that's how I became famous
When I'm famous no more we can celebrate
I would rather be notorious anyway
Fame is overrated mate
I only say shit to get on people's nerves
Not the radio playlist
So here's one thing I've grown to understand
So anyone who claims to know my name forever sounds phony
Remember the day the whole world promoted one man?
It didn't take long to forget about Kony
Why would I change my style just to fit in?
When I know that one minute you're in fashion then you vanish
Even if I ever gain the title of the biggest
It'll last about as long as Kim Kardashian's marriage
They'll love you and respect you
Then scream fuck you and reject you
So it's up to you to ride this thing out
Until they forget you
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
Beep beep coming through
Same beef, nothing new
Getting myself knee-deep
Can I get a retweet?
We speak one or two truths you're offended
Don't pretend you never shout abuse like your friend did
Last Saturday, getting messy with the strongbows
Laughing at some pricks as they try and sing a song
To Jessie J and Tom Jones
I know it's harsh but Britain measures talent
If there's grannies playing bongos
Uh, and they're calling me bitter
Just because I speak my mind
I bet you've seen it on my Twitter
Stop pretending everything is great or plain amazing
Mainly things are shit so I'mma say whatever graces me
Please buy my single, buy my fucking single
Sounded like a broken record
Plus your songs abysmal
Never judge by the size of your wallets
Rather say what's on your mind and try growing some bollocks
They'll love you and respect you
Then scream fuck you and reject you
So it's up to you to ride this thing out
Until they forget you
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
Warhol's statement was risky business
We're all gonna be famous for fifteen minutes
The rich have got the money but the poor have got the power
What are you gonna do with your quarter of an hour?
I'm doing exactly what I did when I was unknown
I live by one code: speak out and never come home
But just know that when you speak your mind, they'll say it's harmful
If you don't believe, I've provided an example
You're the star of the show
But you didn't know
So say something, say something
Say, say, say, say something
You gotta clear your throat
Don't miss the boat
And say something
And then you've got the whole world listening now
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