[Verse 1: Rage]
Wanna talk about fame?
Wanna talk about privacy when the world knows your name?
Wanna measure up the good to the money that you make?
Wanna talk about real? What's real to a fake?
Fame pushed Cobain's brain to the wrong lane
What a shame
Fame made Amy stick a needle in her vein
Fame put Biggie in a grave
Fame can come to anybody any damn day
It's the way of the world now
I see you're a little unsure now
Fuck with fame, you're a little unpure now
Ask me, I'm staying obscure now
I write raps like this was my diary
I don't want strangers to find they desire me
I don't want paparazzis to require me
To pose for photos until they retire, see
I just want to keep it low key
Marry my girl on the beach
Want to get the biggest ring and not have the thing
Sponsored by TMZ for ratings on the TV
Don't want my life to be scripted
I just see fame as another addiction
It's not depicted as something that's wicked
And don't get me twisted, for some it's a gift
I just I think I'm better without it
I can spread peace and love by word of mouth
I could be king of the south
I don't need money, I don't need the house
I just want this to be truth
I just want all of my songs to make sense to you
I just want all that we do to be new
But new is nothing new when it's deja vu
[Hook: TOMB]
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling...
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling me
[Verse 2: Rage]
Wanna talk about fame?
Wanna talk about perks you receive as the king of the game?
Wanna talk about lanes? I'm in mine, coming up, underground reign
I'm the same man that I never was
The name became synonymous with fans that came to rock with us
Not selling out, not selling drugs
But I did it for the love
Did it for my homie that I never gotta hug
'for he took flight to the sky, on a nice night
I can see the homie looking at me from above
That's real talk, friends lost, at all costs with my fingers crossed
Not finding the right words to say
So you're talking in tongues like a Pentecost
But it's real, it means your alive
It means you can feel, it means you can die
It means that even through all of our fears and our vices
That we can survive, we can thrive
We can become what we all want to be
We can let go of the doubt and be free
We can get rid of the money, get rid of the bigotry
Focus on equality
Man, that's big talk from a small dude, on a small rock
In a huge universe
Reverse my verse, diverse, rehearse, chop and screw
Yo, we're all over due for some better news
Got to get to running, let me grab the shoes
Want to get the green? Got to have the blues
Wanna talk about fame?
That's deja vu
[Hook: TOMB]
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling...
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling me
[Verse 3: Tony Fearnone]
Watch my face become fireworks
My every word a constellation
I remove and pick the jewels out of my poems
And learn to speak stars overnight
I'm so simple, I'm you
People know more about me, than I know about my own father
Their tongues become my quotes. They parrot my catchphrases
I don't just have a personality, I have a culture
If your son acts like me, you're proud of him
I am me twice
My every mistake is a meme
They send me, instead of emoji
The pie graph of your soul is ten percent me, I'm ten percent me
I'm me twice twice
If they love me, they love their self-self
They love their me so much, their screams create soundproof air
How can you know you love these words
If you can't ever hear myself speak?
Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie?
Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie though?
Get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck out my selfie
But get the fuck out my selfie
But like, dead-ass get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck, get the fuck, get this, get this
Get this sky out of my fireworks, ain't no more sky
Just me, just fireworks, just flame, just ahhh
Wanna talk about fame?
Wanna talk about privacy when the world knows your name?
Wanna measure up the good to the money that you make?
Wanna talk about real? What's real to a fake?
Fame pushed Cobain's brain to the wrong lane
What a shame
Fame made Amy stick a needle in her vein
Fame put Biggie in a grave
Fame can come to anybody any damn day
It's the way of the world now
I see you're a little unsure now
Fuck with fame, you're a little unpure now
Ask me, I'm staying obscure now
I write raps like this was my diary
I don't want strangers to find they desire me
I don't want paparazzis to require me
To pose for photos until they retire, see
I just want to keep it low key
Marry my girl on the beach
Want to get the biggest ring and not have the thing
Sponsored by TMZ for ratings on the TV
Don't want my life to be scripted
I just see fame as another addiction
It's not depicted as something that's wicked
And don't get me twisted, for some it's a gift
I just I think I'm better without it
I can spread peace and love by word of mouth
I could be king of the south
I don't need money, I don't need the house
I just want this to be truth
I just want all of my songs to make sense to you
I just want all that we do to be new
But new is nothing new when it's deja vu
[Hook: TOMB]
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling...
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling me
[Verse 2: Rage]
Wanna talk about fame?
Wanna talk about perks you receive as the king of the game?
Wanna talk about lanes? I'm in mine, coming up, underground reign
I'm the same man that I never was
The name became synonymous with fans that came to rock with us
Not selling out, not selling drugs
But I did it for the love
Did it for my homie that I never gotta hug
'for he took flight to the sky, on a nice night
I can see the homie looking at me from above
That's real talk, friends lost, at all costs with my fingers crossed
Not finding the right words to say
So you're talking in tongues like a Pentecost
But it's real, it means your alive
It means you can feel, it means you can die
It means that even through all of our fears and our vices
That we can survive, we can thrive
We can become what we all want to be
We can let go of the doubt and be free
We can get rid of the money, get rid of the bigotry
Focus on equality
Man, that's big talk from a small dude, on a small rock
In a huge universe
Reverse my verse, diverse, rehearse, chop and screw
Yo, we're all over due for some better news
Got to get to running, let me grab the shoes
Want to get the green? Got to have the blues
Wanna talk about fame?
That's deja vu
[Hook: TOMB]
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling...
I don't wanna be (famous)
I've been selling my (self short)
I refuse to be (nameless)
Deja vu's compelling me
[Verse 3: Tony Fearnone]
Watch my face become fireworks
My every word a constellation
I remove and pick the jewels out of my poems
And learn to speak stars overnight
I'm so simple, I'm you
People know more about me, than I know about my own father
Their tongues become my quotes. They parrot my catchphrases
I don't just have a personality, I have a culture
If your son acts like me, you're proud of him
I am me twice
My every mistake is a meme
They send me, instead of emoji
The pie graph of your soul is ten percent me, I'm ten percent me
I'm me twice twice
If they love me, they love their self-self
They love their me so much, their screams create soundproof air
How can you know you love these words
If you can't ever hear myself speak?
Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie?
Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie though?
Get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck out my selfie
But get the fuck out my selfie
But like, dead-ass get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck out my selfie
Get the fuck, get the fuck, get this, get this
Get this sky out of my fireworks, ain't no more sky
Just me, just fireworks, just flame, just ahhh
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