Famous!

Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel uh
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel uh

Niggas wanna talk but they ain't saying nothing
I'm all up in my luggage, These niggas I can't trust it
She give fire top, You'd think she's a red head
Can you believe, They called nigger on red dead
Hmm,
I guess that's not outta the ballpark
Momma use to say, Come home for it gets dark
Well That was during my emo phase
So Shit was still dark, Even on the brightest days
Smoking weed, till the lighter breaks uh
Back II the future, This ain't Michael J Fox
Gotta get to 2073, Even if they think got it
They ain't fucking with me, Uh
That's no fibulation
I got 100 on the game that's no exaggeration
You ain't snitch, But yo nigga did, Collaboration
So you both getting clapped, *gunshot*
Cue the Celebration

Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel uh
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel famous
Oh my god I feel uh



Credits
Writer(s): Kim Taejun, Mark Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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