Fame (I’m Lost) - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Diesel Clockwork]

Flow so dirty I could use some soap

I been hanging with some folks who do drugs to cope

Ain’t nothin special, it’s a common trope

Yeah, the riskier the vice the thinner the tightrope

My life ain't bad but that don’t inspire hope

How could I be sad with the wealth of a pope?

Living ain’t so nice under a microscope

Paper cuts on my tongue from licking envelopes

Call me a clout chaser but I’m chasin the buzz

Asked me why I do it? All I said is “because”

Said he’d put me on and I hope that he does

But I’m not as naivе as they thought I was

For most its slow but for others they еrupt

A best kept secret - that the money corrupts

Evading uncle sam and the IRS chumps

Shoveling duffle bags into the empty air ducts

Get a little money, start to climb the ranks

Won’t worry bout the cost just to fill my tank

Thought I skipped town, no bye, no thanks

Imma stay where I am like a pen in a bank

I remember what they said, money goes to your head

When you make a lot of bread, and buy designer threads

If my name is widespread, I’d rather hide instead

Don’t lose track of what’s ahead, before the day you drop dead

Curious fans they wanna know me at my core

Stepped into the game and now they read into my lore

Background checks before they open any doors

I’m tryna be somebody the people can root for

Back and forth, every single day

Today I think I’m great but tomorrow I’m lame

The duality of fame, got me pushing insane

Keep refining my craft until my name is ingrained

[Chorus: Diesel Clockwork]

I’m lost, can’t stand to wait, need a song to help me wipe the slate

Arms crossed, try to hide my shame, thinking maybe I just lack the strength

Permafrost flowing through my veins, finding ways to distract my brain

Sunk cost, so I won’t complain, wish that I could come and heal your pain

I’m lost, can’t feel my face, please come help me lift the weight

Dark thoughts running through my brain

Need someone to come and light the way

Got used to the same old same

Guess I don’t want things to change

Blindspot, the pitfalls of fame, kinda like that no one knows my name

[Verse 2: Diesel Clockwork]

Look at me then take a look at yourself

Yeah, you better stop comparing and invest in some help

I’m ahead of my time, Teddy Roosevelt

Don’t you dare blame me for the hand you’re dealt

Greed and fame that’s an evil combination

Never stop working cause the fear of stagnation

Life gets boring every day’s a vacation

Turn a blind eye to the death and starvation

Let me say it quick for the sake of brevity

I’d rather bankrupt than lose my empathy

Yeah, I’ve wasted lots of time filled with jealousy

But, getting rich and famous ain’t the remedy

Don’t envy a life of people blowing up my phone

When I hop onto the beat I’m like a dog on a bone

Soon as you get some cheese, everyone needa loan

It’s funny how the money make you forget that you’re grown

Bottomless funds but something is still missing

Life seemed better with no pot to piss in

Some things dont change like I’ll always stay driven

Ain't a thing wrong with some simple fucking living

Got an ego and it’s only getting bigger

Listenin’ to Kevin with my finger on the trigger

Cat and mouse just chasing the mental vigor

Desperate for some paper he became a grave digger

Blowing up is such a fantasy

I prefer to live my life with some privacy

I can picture the anxiety

So much attention I’d forget the word sobriety

Think you’re better than me? That’s alright

I don’t got a dog in that God damn fight

Destined for the fame but its not your birthright

I be stayin in the shadows to avoid the limelight