Fame

[Verse 1]
Nah I’m back on the track from my shack (from my shack)
Done the nap, gotta get back to the map (to the map)
You thought I’m lack of attention, stacking plaques with no mentions
Tragically, mathematically, being sapped (being sapped)
Well you sleep in my flaps, you’re also slacking my plans
Next time I’m gonna slap you when you jacking my snacks
I will never leave the spectrum, gonna slowly dissect ‘em
Sectumsempra! Pretty please don’t mess with my temper!

Not quite my tempo, don’t even rush or drag ‘em
Every song you put on favorite are coming from my rectum
Wrecking every seconds of reckoning
Snagging more than a methamphetamine addict
Fathoming you alive, you’re phantom-ing now
You better be proud, because I do use the mad ploy
Guerrilla movement like the cavalry lad: Troy
He said – She said, Dad’s spoil, sad-joy
So what you gonna do when I’m coming for you, bad boy?

[Chorus]
What is the purpose for all of these
What is the purpose for all of these
What is the purpose for all of these
(Hey!) The game or fame?

What is the purpose for all of these
What is the purpose for all of these
What is the purpose for all of these
(Hey!) The game or fame?

Post Chorus
You can take it, you can’t leave it
You can fake it, you can’t be it
You will face it, you can’t see it
You can say this, “You gon’ believe it”
You can take it, you can’t leave it
You can fake it, you can’t be it
You will face it, you can’t see it
You can say this, “You gon’ believe it”

Verse 2
To be brutally honest with you, I don’t need pseudonyms on my words to bruise you
I don’t wanna lose you, but you made the tie loosen, how rude! aw shoot! I’m screwed
No. It’s true, it’s rudimental, and now let’s see how you gonna make it through December
But it doesn’t matter, you are just a poser in bloom, tryna keep an eye on me but I’m the ghost in the room
I don’t fuck with the ‘shrooms, I might sip a little
Don’t wanna stuck in a group of fools, I got shit to kill
But still, Foolish Commander is the anger banger
Master plan of Adam – Eve: the Masterpiece
The ecstasy of mass appeal, best believe, you can agree to all my fantasies
I’m a Watsky now, so watch me joining the family
“What do you expect from me when you’re disrespecting me?”

Okay, Imma tell you once before it’s too late
You better after something that makes you actually look great
Don’t be a snake, I won’t be here just to witness your chains
I’m a doctor, I can tell your sickness is fake, bitch!