SO FAMOUS Songtext
von Watsky
SO FAMOUS Songtext
Oh my god, he′s so famous
Oh my god, I'm so famous
Oh my god, we′re so famous
It's too easy
Draw— bang!— while the dummies re-load
If you wanna win the game, why not use the cheat code
Check out all the suckers stuck in traffic on high road
While you're doing 90 with your wide load on the shoulder
You could get to Scotland in a hot sec
If you′re ready to go swimming in the fuckin Loch Ness
If you knuckle up, swinging at the fuckin wasp nest
Let the competition drop like a pretty prom dress
Go buck, folks love a hot mess
Who gives a fuck who you fuck in the process
Want press? We love it when you′re shameless
We want to make you famous
Click click
I heard a camera flash
That pic worth two stacks, so run my cash
In the morning you hoes'll be nameless
As for me and my crew— famous
Oh my god, he′s so famous
Oh my god, I'm so famous
Oh my god, we′re so famous
It's too easy
You make em look at you and make em say ooh
You get the duchets yeah you make em pay you
You fill your pockets and they cannot say boo
You don′t have to like it
But your rent they're gonna hike it
Doesn't take a psychic
You know that′s the way that it is
You don′t gotta fight it
Get the crowd excited
Get the flame ignited
Will you grab em by the heart
(They won't let me go)
Are you gonna play your part
(baby, every show)
Were you born to be a star
(You already know)
Click click
I heard a camera flash
Show me three stacks and I′ll shake some ass
By tomorrow you hoes'll be nameless
As for me and my crew— famous
Oh my god, I′m so famous!
Oh my god, we're so famous!
It′s too easy
Look at my outrage
I'm so mad I might just park you on the front page
Make you sit there til you really had a good think
Man the devil really thought he had us hoodwinked
Winking all the way, to the belly of the piggybank, full
Horns to the china if you're really that bull
Let the sheep keep bleating while you′re slanging that wool
What stunts are you will to pull
How far would you go for some access
How tight is your back pressed to the wall? Baby
Could you lie with your whole chest?
Warm blood, turn it cold flesh
I′m appalled
You might run the carnival
But I'm clicking on your article (oh no)
Thinking I′m the better man
But you're living in my head again (oh, oh no)
Oh my god, I'm so famous
Oh my god, we′re so famous
It's too easy
Draw— bang!— while the dummies re-load
If you wanna win the game, why not use the cheat code
Check out all the suckers stuck in traffic on high road
While you're doing 90 with your wide load on the shoulder
You could get to Scotland in a hot sec
If you′re ready to go swimming in the fuckin Loch Ness
If you knuckle up, swinging at the fuckin wasp nest
Let the competition drop like a pretty prom dress
Go buck, folks love a hot mess
Who gives a fuck who you fuck in the process
Want press? We love it when you′re shameless
We want to make you famous
Click click
I heard a camera flash
That pic worth two stacks, so run my cash
In the morning you hoes'll be nameless
As for me and my crew— famous
Oh my god, he′s so famous
Oh my god, I'm so famous
Oh my god, we′re so famous
It's too easy
You make em look at you and make em say ooh
You get the duchets yeah you make em pay you
You fill your pockets and they cannot say boo
You don′t have to like it
But your rent they're gonna hike it
Doesn't take a psychic
You know that′s the way that it is
You don′t gotta fight it
Get the crowd excited
Get the flame ignited
Will you grab em by the heart
(They won't let me go)
Are you gonna play your part
(baby, every show)
Were you born to be a star
(You already know)
Click click
I heard a camera flash
Show me three stacks and I′ll shake some ass
By tomorrow you hoes'll be nameless
As for me and my crew— famous
Oh my god, I′m so famous!
Oh my god, we're so famous!
It′s too easy
Look at my outrage
I'm so mad I might just park you on the front page
Make you sit there til you really had a good think
Man the devil really thought he had us hoodwinked
Winking all the way, to the belly of the piggybank, full
Horns to the china if you're really that bull
Let the sheep keep bleating while you′re slanging that wool
What stunts are you will to pull
How far would you go for some access
How tight is your back pressed to the wall? Baby
Could you lie with your whole chest?
Warm blood, turn it cold flesh
I′m appalled
You might run the carnival
But I'm clicking on your article (oh no)
Thinking I′m the better man
But you're living in my head again (oh, oh no)
Writer(s): George Watsky, Kushagra Mody, Unknown Composer Author, Garth Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
