Don't Want the Blame
I ain't even rich
No one taking pics
Ain't nothing on my wrist
Do I want this to change
Do I really want the fame
Do I really want the shame
Of knowing that
If I change because the money and the fame
You could leave me cause I'm no longer the photo in the frame
I don't want the blame
I don't want the blame no
I don't want the blame
But I'd be the blame
I don't want to be the blame but would be if I change
Pretty sure that life is out of range but maybe that's okay
I just don't want to change if I get famous
I don't want to change if I get rich
Now I'm sitting brand new whip
Still worrying about this shit
Been buying my new fit
Solve my issues buy a kit
Bad vibes I omit
I see a pit and throw my money it
Material life is funny isn't it
Model three with my honey in it
I see the money and then its gone
I see the fucking money and then its fucking gone
I put some water on some bad habits and now it's fucking grown
I look at myself in the mirror and then I watch me fucking rot
That life is probably not what I thought
People probably always asking how much I fucking brought
Before you know it I'd end up fucking caught
A hole in my heart for some cash that I got
No one taking pics
Ain't nothing on my wrist
Do I want this to change
Do I really want the fame
Do I really want the shame
Of knowing that
If I change because the money and the fame
You could leave me cause I'm no longer the photo in the frame
I don't want the blame
I don't want the blame no
I don't want the blame
But I'd be the blame
I don't want to be the blame but would be if I change
Pretty sure that life is out of range but maybe that's okay
I just don't want to change if I get famous
I don't want to change if I get rich
Now I'm sitting brand new whip
Still worrying about this shit
Been buying my new fit
Solve my issues buy a kit
Bad vibes I omit
I see a pit and throw my money it
Material life is funny isn't it
Model three with my honey in it
I see the money and then its gone
I see the fucking money and then its fucking gone
I put some water on some bad habits and now it's fucking grown
I look at myself in the mirror and then I watch me fucking rot
That life is probably not what I thought
People probably always asking how much I fucking brought
Before you know it I'd end up fucking caught
A hole in my heart for some cash that I got
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Writer(s): Zack Burgett
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