I Want The Fame

I want the fame

I want that fettuccine made

I want the Madison square garden

All the pills that you can shove in my face

Why don't we take it to your place

I think they'll make you sign a contract

After making you come over my face

I want the fame, I want it all

I want that Jules Casablancas

Give me fame

Give me that main stage

I want the cake now, give me that bass line

I want the fame, babe

I want the fame, babe

Na na na na

I want the fame, babe

This songs all bout good vibes

Is that really what you wanted?

This songs all bout dad vibes

I don't care what you wanted

I want the name

I want excess

I want insane

I want bad press

I want a sex tape

I want a suit

I want four ex wives

To never talk to, ahh

I want the fame, babe

I want the fame, babe

Na na na na

I want the fame, babe

All expenses paid

I want the fame, babe

Trip to Turkey

I want the fame, babe

This songs all bout new vibes

Is that really what you wanted?

This songs bout to breakdown

Do you really think you're ready?

I want your name

And number put it on a list

Next to my far distant cousins calling just to cash in

The Charlie Sheen

Just be on everybody's lips

Making everybody's hips

Shaking asses on the bitumen baby

I want the fame

I want the fame

I want the fame

I want the fame, fame, fame, fame, fame

I want the

I want the

I want the

I want the fame, fame, fame, fame, fame

I want a pet tiger, man

I want some big tities, ay

I wanna die at 26