Famous
You think it's wise, you think it's smart
To take the chains from a restless heart
Oh there's something maybe you should know
It may seem like we're alive
But come the night-time the beat's so wild we just stay in
Biding our time, no need to lie
Save your face, save your change
Make your call from the public exchange
I don't care where the line ends
Tell me why, why do we fight
Why do we protest, why do we fill this cup
When we don't really have what it takes to follow it up
I know your name, I love your work
You were someone and then you turned out all famous
Stuck up and blind in a gold suit and tie
(Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday
Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday
Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday)
Higher than god, do what you want
Pay for the things you love, it makes me sick
Sick to the teeth; haven't you yet got enough
It's just gone quarter to five
All the dead ones are almost alive
The city goes to work and it sweats till it turns itself blind
It's got one glass eye and one that it turns when it needs absolution
C'mon just tell me is this really the end
Or just another solution
Stay high, stay low
Place your feet in the gutter flow
You can taste it; all this wasted life
Keep a beat, keep a rhyme
Ten thousand sleeps until a christmas sometime
We'll all be there
With bells on
To take the chains from a restless heart
Oh there's something maybe you should know
It may seem like we're alive
But come the night-time the beat's so wild we just stay in
Biding our time, no need to lie
Save your face, save your change
Make your call from the public exchange
I don't care where the line ends
Tell me why, why do we fight
Why do we protest, why do we fill this cup
When we don't really have what it takes to follow it up
I know your name, I love your work
You were someone and then you turned out all famous
Stuck up and blind in a gold suit and tie
(Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday
Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday
Somebody gonna get famous one day
Everybody gonna get famous someday)
Higher than god, do what you want
Pay for the things you love, it makes me sick
Sick to the teeth; haven't you yet got enough
It's just gone quarter to five
All the dead ones are almost alive
The city goes to work and it sweats till it turns itself blind
It's got one glass eye and one that it turns when it needs absolution
C'mon just tell me is this really the end
Or just another solution
Stay high, stay low
Place your feet in the gutter flow
You can taste it; all this wasted life
Keep a beat, keep a rhyme
Ten thousand sleeps until a christmas sometime
We'll all be there
With bells on
Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Bennett, Jameel Bruner, Nick Green, Brandon Combs, Patrick Paige Ii, Dave Rosser
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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