Famous
I use to write about drowning
Now lately I've been flying
Got a new style
Hope you don't mind me
I'm only expressing
What others can't say
Mom always tried to tell me
Don't lose your head
When the fame comes in
But she didn't know
My own mind was gone
Before my new found fame
Hate this feeling
Like I'm always seeking
For a new deeper meaning
Why can't I write a song
Without ryhming
You understand what I'm saying
I love feeling
Like you can test me
Sorry honey
I'm not your homeschool girl
Books and teachers
Try to fill my head
With things I never took in
Don't think I can't speak
I swear if you get close to me
I'll break your damn arm
I'm so sorry
I don't know what came over me
Being famous is such a hard task
Keep you up to date
With things I forget in a day
Keep myself annoymous
Such a mystery
I draw you in again
Baby I such a nightmare
These lights and camera
Get that shit out of my face!
Show the real side
Oh my gosh
She's a real person!
Front cover
Short hair and drug overdose
How did I get here
I could only see
Contracts and young teen stars
You're done and over with
Don't have kids
Keep your body looking nice
Being famous is such fun?
Go and follow victoria's models
Ain't no angel
Only a monster in high heels
Went to an art school?
Good for you
Your words don't mean shit to me
Your degree ain't nothing compared to me
Start dancing you freak!
Follow mainstream!
Being famous you'll be free
Hope you don't mind me
I'm only expressing
What others can't say
Mom always tried to tell me
Don't lose your head
When the fame comes in
But she didn't know
My own mind was gone
Before my new found fame
Hate this feeling
Like I'm always seeking
For a new deeper meaning
Why can't I write a song
Without ryhming
You understand what I'm saying
I love feeling
Like you can test me
Sorry honey
I'm not your homeschool girl
Books and teachers
Try to fill my head
With things I never took in
Don't think I can't speak
I swear if you get close to me
I'll break your damn arm
I'm so sorry
I don't know what came over me
Being famous is such a hard task
Keep you up to date
With things I forget in a day
Keep myself annoymous
Such a mystery
I draw you in again
Baby I such a nightmare
These lights and camera
Get that shit out of my face!
Show the real side
Oh my gosh
She's a real person!
Front cover
Short hair and drug overdose
How did I get here
I could only see
Contracts and young teen stars
You're done and over with
Don't have kids
Keep your body looking nice
Being famous is such fun?
Go and follow victoria's models
Ain't no angel
Only a monster in high heels
Went to an art school?
Good for you
Your words don't mean shit to me
Your degree ain't nothing compared to me
Start dancing you freak!
Follow mainstream!
Being famous you'll be free
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Music is just poems from a young kid, but with a better background than beatboxing It's better to be hit with a truck than kissed with a lie
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