[Verse 1: Rage]

Wanna talk about fame?

Wanna talk about privacy when the world knows your name?

Wanna measure up the good to the money that you make?

Wanna talk about real? What's real to a fake?

Fame pushed Cobain's brain to the wrong lane

What a shame

Fame made Amy stick a needle in her vein

Fame put Biggie in a grave

Fame can come to anybody any damn day

It's the way of the world now

I see you're a little unsure now

Fuck with fame, you're a little unpure now

Ask me, I'm staying obscure now

I write raps like this was my diary

I don't want strangers to find they desire me

I don't want paparazzis to require me

To pose for photos until they retire, see

I just want to keep it low key

Marry my girl on the beach

Want to get the biggest ring and not have the thing

Sponsored by TMZ for ratings on the TV

Don't want my life to be scripted

I just see fame as another addiction

It's not depicted as something that's wicked

And don't get me twisted, for some it's a gift

I just I think I'm better without it

I can spread peace and love by word of mouth

I could be king of the south

I don't need money, I don't need the house

I just want this to be truth

I just want all of my songs to make sense to you

I just want all that we do to be new

But new is nothing new when it's deja vu

[Hook: TOMB]

I don't wanna be (famous)

I've been selling my (self short)

I refuse to be (nameless)

Deja vu's compelling...

I don't wanna be (famous)

I've been selling my (self short)

I refuse to be (nameless)

Deja vu's compelling me

[Verse 2: Rage]

Wanna talk about fame?

Wanna talk about perks you receive as the king of the game?

Wanna talk about lanes? I'm in mine, coming up, underground reign

I'm the same man that I never was

The name became synonymous with fans that came to rock with us

Not selling out, not selling drugs

But I did it for the love

Did it for my homie that I never gotta hug

'for he took flight to the sky, on a nice night

I can see the homie looking at me from above

That's real talk, friends lost, at all costs with my fingers crossed

Not finding the right words to say

So you're talking in tongues like a Pentecost

But it's real, it means your alive

It means you can feel, it means you can die

It means that even through all of our fears and our vices

That we can survive, we can thrive

We can become what we all want to be

We can let go of the doubt and be free

We can get rid of the money, get rid of the bigotry

Focus on equality

Man, that's big talk from a small dude, on a small rock

In a huge universe

Reverse my verse, diverse, rehearse, chop and screw

Yo, we're all over due for some better news

Got to get to running, let me grab the shoes

Want to get the green? Got to have the blues

Wanna talk about fame?

That's deja vu

[Hook: TOMB]

I don't wanna be (famous)

I've been selling my (self short)

I refuse to be (nameless)

Deja vu's compelling...

I don't wanna be (famous)

I've been selling my (self short)

I refuse to be (nameless)

Deja vu's compelling me

[Verse 3: Tony Fearnone]

Watch my face become fireworks

My every word a constellation

I remove and pick the jewels out of my poems

And learn to speak stars overnight

I'm so simple, I'm you

People know more about me, than I know about my own father

Their tongues become my quotes. They parrot my catchphrases

I don't just have a personality, I have a culture

If your son acts like me, you're proud of him

I am me twice

My every mistake is a meme

They send me, instead of emoji

The pie graph of your soul is ten percent me, I'm ten percent me

I'm me twice twice

If they love me, they love their self-self

They love their me so much, their screams create soundproof air

How can you know you love these words

If you can't ever hear myself speak?

Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie?

Who the fuck is this guy in my selfie though?

Get the fuck out my selfie

Get the fuck out my selfie

But get the fuck out my selfie

But like, dead-ass get the fuck out my selfie

Get the fuck out my selfie

Get the fuck, get the fuck, get this, get this

Get this sky out of my fireworks, ain't no more sky

Just me, just fireworks, just flame, just ahhh