Everybody Wants To Be an Artist
Give me love. Give me fame.
Give me sex. Give me reign.
Give me trust- I know I deserve it.
Yesterday, was too late.
Cause today, all I crave, is a stage,
For our own public rendezvous date
I want... it all.
A life that is more than fair.
So here I go: Grab the mic. Make a song. Hit the charts. Sing along.
See me now, I'm finally important.
Aren't I so fucking important?
THESE WORDS DON'T MEAN SHIT—a lyric won't be read.
Cause you will listen to his, hers, and their words instead.
The poet's dead, his work is such a chore
And built upon his grave are the city club's dance floors.
Silver spoon, goes to rust.
Royalty, turns to dust.
False beliefs of who we will worship.
What's a lie, in a speech, but a well-scripted preach?
Define "faith", with divine deception.
So resurrect, Spinoza, and his "God".
Cause our affection is actually self-caused.
Monarchies will depend on a king to pretend,
Deities will extend from a superior existence.
"Follow me on sound cloud and instagram"
And share this song to get me some new f____s.
The Spotlight can blind you to follow commands.
Distract you with the party, just shut up and dance!
In love, with this party, cause it's more than a glorified scene
The songs, we can dance too, have become a marketing scheme
Consumers have become the products of price tags
Disguised and mislabeled as
"Art"ifically Free
Everybody wants to be an Artist
But they're ill-inspired
When did fame become so wrong?
Everybody wants to be an Artist
Wants to start religions
And hear the people sing their songs
Everybody wants to be an Artist
Wants to start religions
And hear the people sing their songs
Everybody wants to be a reference
But they're ill-inspired
Since when did fame become so wrong?
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" will survive.
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" will survive.
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" like you and me, they will survive!
Give me sex. Give me reign.
Give me trust- I know I deserve it.
Yesterday, was too late.
Cause today, all I crave, is a stage,
For our own public rendezvous date
I want... it all.
A life that is more than fair.
So here I go: Grab the mic. Make a song. Hit the charts. Sing along.
See me now, I'm finally important.
Aren't I so fucking important?
THESE WORDS DON'T MEAN SHIT—a lyric won't be read.
Cause you will listen to his, hers, and their words instead.
The poet's dead, his work is such a chore
And built upon his grave are the city club's dance floors.
Silver spoon, goes to rust.
Royalty, turns to dust.
False beliefs of who we will worship.
What's a lie, in a speech, but a well-scripted preach?
Define "faith", with divine deception.
So resurrect, Spinoza, and his "God".
Cause our affection is actually self-caused.
Monarchies will depend on a king to pretend,
Deities will extend from a superior existence.
"Follow me on sound cloud and instagram"
And share this song to get me some new f____s.
The Spotlight can blind you to follow commands.
Distract you with the party, just shut up and dance!
In love, with this party, cause it's more than a glorified scene
The songs, we can dance too, have become a marketing scheme
Consumers have become the products of price tags
Disguised and mislabeled as
"Art"ifically Free
Everybody wants to be an Artist
But they're ill-inspired
When did fame become so wrong?
Everybody wants to be an Artist
Wants to start religions
And hear the people sing their songs
Everybody wants to be an Artist
Wants to start religions
And hear the people sing their songs
Everybody wants to be a reference
But they're ill-inspired
Since when did fame become so wrong?
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" will survive.
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" will survive.
Well time will kill us slowly
But you know I'll be alright
Cause fortune, fame and glory
Means the "artists" like you and me, they will survive!
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Vinan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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