Famous
Average guys trying to touch the sky
To reach that view
But average guys won't stay up the whole night through
There's paparazzi's banging
On my front gate asking to hear the news
Boarding up my windows just a temporary blindness
To all that I refuse
It's laughable what I believed in my old shoes...
From a guaranteed one night stand at a party
To the 'C' section just on me at the library
And page 286 of my diary, inking
'I just want to be famous', but my head's in a state
I feel I'm too far gone
To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great
At the thousandth burn of an endless sun, I bite my tongue
And I ricochet all the nay-say flung my way
To hear a gallivanting, the footsteps coming for us
(Brush off the fame but low-key love all the fuss)
I mix tunes to fund the designer stuff
From the wedding planners to Wesley Fofana's
Want to be a name they praise
Wanna be filling the seats
Want Eavis begging to book me
Cos I just want to be famous but my head's in a state
I feel I'm too far gone
To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great
I just want to be famous
Wanna go ahead and make the front of the papers
To reach that view
But average guys won't stay up the whole night through
There's paparazzi's banging
On my front gate asking to hear the news
Boarding up my windows just a temporary blindness
To all that I refuse
It's laughable what I believed in my old shoes...
From a guaranteed one night stand at a party
To the 'C' section just on me at the library
And page 286 of my diary, inking
'I just want to be famous', but my head's in a state
I feel I'm too far gone
To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great
At the thousandth burn of an endless sun, I bite my tongue
And I ricochet all the nay-say flung my way
To hear a gallivanting, the footsteps coming for us
(Brush off the fame but low-key love all the fuss)
I mix tunes to fund the designer stuff
From the wedding planners to Wesley Fofana's
Want to be a name they praise
Wanna be filling the seats
Want Eavis begging to book me
Cos I just want to be famous but my head's in a state
I feel I'm too far gone
To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great
I just want to be famous
Wanna go ahead and make the front of the papers
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Writer(s): Alexander Mccombie
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