Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun - Fame lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun - Fame lyrics]
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame
Came a long way since Crenshaw
Only whiteboy on the damn block
Every single day someone get shot
Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops
Internet buzz turned full blown fame
Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game
30 something number ones, everybody know my name
I ain't gon' lie, shit's strange
Hollywood homies are cool but they different
They so obsessed with their brand and their image
I keep that shit at a comfortable distance
Fuck the whole industry, been independent
Everywhere I look I see me
Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV
I'm bored of the buzz, I've had more than enough
And performing in public ain't my cup of tea
Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters
They fake it to make it, they're chasing checks
The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves
And when they don't make paper they're laid to rest
They lie to your face and there ain't no escapin'
Your name on the line till the day you're dead
I'm praying for safety, if one day they take me
The day I'm erased I got one request
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame
We're the same, fuck fame
Funny how the money makes so much change
Money, change, get it?
Used to dream about sittin' in a Range
With a bad bitch saw on a IG picture
Game's all fiction, look in the mirror, my face go missin'
Kurt Cobain myself, that gun go bang
Better fill my prescription, this shit different
Look at how I made it far
Dreams come true or break your heart
Leave you faded in the dark
Bitch, it was cold, I slept in cars, on the couch in the garage
I made it out, you hatin', huh?
I didn't set the standard motherfucker, I just raised the bar
It's a damn shame what the rap game 'bout
Best friends stab you in the back just to get some clout
Can't make it own they own so they got they hand out, man down
Bet he ran out back to his damn house
No damage, fuck you amateurs, you're at a disadvantage
I'm a star so when I die bury me on a different planet
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame
Came a long way since Crenshaw
Only whiteboy on the damn block
Every single day someone get shot
Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops
Internet buzz turned full blown fame
Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game
30 something number ones, everybody know my name
I ain't gon' lie, shit's strange
Hollywood homies are cool but they different
They so obsessed with their brand and their image
I keep that shit at a comfortable distance
Fuck the whole industry, been independent
Everywhere I look I see me
Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV
I'm bored of the buzz, I've had more than enough
And performing in public ain't my cup of tea
Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters
They fake it to make it, they're chasing checks
The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves
And when they don't make paper they're laid to rest
They lie to your face and there ain't no escapin'
Your name on the line till the day you're dead
I'm praying for safety, if one day they take me
The day I'm erased I got one request
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame
We're the same, fuck fame
Funny how the money makes so much change
Money, change, get it?
Used to dream about sittin' in a Range
With a bad bitch saw on a IG picture
Game's all fiction, look in the mirror, my face go missin'
Kurt Cobain myself, that gun go bang
Better fill my prescription, this shit different
Look at how I made it far
Dreams come true or break your heart
Leave you faded in the dark
Bitch, it was cold, I slept in cars, on the couch in the garage
I made it out, you hatin', huh?
I didn't set the standard motherfucker, I just raised the bar
It's a damn shame what the rap game 'bout
Best friends stab you in the back just to get some clout
Can't make it own they own so they got they hand out, man down
Bet he ran out back to his damn house
No damage, fuck you amateurs, you're at a disadvantage
I'm a star so when I die bury me on a different planet
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame