Famous

Average guys trying to touch the sky

To reach that view

But average guys won′t stay up the whole night through

There's paparazzi′s banging

On my front gate asking to hear the news

Boarding up my windows just a temporary blindness

To all that I refuse

It's laughable what I believed in my old shoes

From a guaranteed one night stand at a party

To the 'C′ section just on me at the library

And page 286 of my diary, inking

′I just want to be famous', but my head′s in a state

I feel I'm too far gone

To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great

At the thousandth burn of an endless Sun, I bite my tongue

And I ricochet all the nay-say flung my way

To hear a gallivanting, the footsteps coming for us

(Brush off the fame but low-key love all the fuss)

I mix tunes to fund the designer stuff

From the wedding planners to Wesley Fofana′s

Want to be a name they praise

Wanna be filling the seats

Want Eavis begging to book me

'Cause I just want to be famous but my head's in a state

I feel I′m too far gone

To make the front of the papers where haters say I look great

I just want to be famous

Wanna go ahead and make the front of the papers