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eb rebel - club 27 lyrics

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verse 1:
same ol e
same ol e
grimmy m-th-f-ckas wanna pull me part but
still the same ol e
put up my guard
forever scarred
people i don’t know they come at me hard
looking in the eye of the devil
u can see what’s in their petty hearts
see the petty thoughts
i seen em come
i seen em go
friend or are ya foe
when you blow you never know
never know
do this sh-t for legacy the pedigree
gives a f-ck bout celebrity
be the death of me (huh)
do this sh-t til you’re 70
my soul for eternity
i die in my 20s

chorus:
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me no
hope the fame dont get me
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
do want the cars and the clothes
shows and the hoes
hope the fame don’t get me

verse 2:
same ol e
same ol e
whipping the ac like i been hit the gas and i mash ’til that b-tch is on e
money off music that sh-t a blessing
my words are sharp use that sh-t as a weapon
bullheaded stubborn no need for no lessons
in need for some faith don’t believe in your reverend like (ha)
liquor in my liver got it by the liter
women coming faster than i think i need her
tryna earn my stripes just like i run adidas
lost soul n-gga need a leader
triple beams dreams when they gleam up
i need the wins like serena
make ’em greener
even the ones on your team want you die like selena

chorus:
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me no
hope the fame dont get me
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
do want the cars and the clothes
shows and the hoes
hope the fame don’t get me

bridge:
feel it coming running from it
feel it coming running from it
feel it coming running from it
feel it coming running from it

verse 3:
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
want the cars, the stars, their hearts
hope the fame don’t get me
thoughts in my head
russian roulette
paranoid and depressed
i don’t need no meds
feeling possessed
life is a mess
i die in my sh-t like i’m jimmy
hit me

chorus:
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me no
hope the fame dont get me
fame don’t get me
hope the fame don’t get me
do want the cars and the clothes
shows and the hoes
hope the fame don’t get me



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