Andy Warhol

Mikill Pane

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    I told you lot before that I'm an arrogant fucker
    They're decent on tracks but I'm a marathon runner
    I started with a track like a rapping dwain chambers
    They said that it was dope and that's how I became famous
    When I'm famous no more we can celebrate
    I would rather be notorious anyway
    Fame is overrated mate
    I only say shit to get on people's nerves
    Not the radio playlist
    Appeal's one thing that I've grown to understand
    So anyone who claims to know my name forever sounds phony
    Remember the day the whole world promoted one man?
    It didn't take long to forget about kony
    Why would I change my style just to fit in?
    When I know that one minute you're in fashion then you vanish
    Even if I ever gain the title of the biggest
    It'll last about as long as kim kardashian's marriage

    They'll love you and respect you
    Then scream fuck you and reject you
    So it's up to you to ride this thing out
    Until they forget you

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    You're the star of the show
    But you didn't know
    So say something, say something
    Say, say, say, say something
    You gotta clear your throat
    Don't miss the boat
    And say something
    And then you've got the whole world listening now

    Beep beep coming through
    Same beef, nothing new
    Getting myself knee-deep
    Can I get a retweet?
    We speak one or two truths you're offended
    Don't pretend you never shout abuse like your friend did
    Last saturday, getting messy with the strongbows
    Laughing at some pricks as they try and sing a song
    To jessie j and tom jones
    I know it's harsh but britain measures talent
    If there's grannies playing bongos
    Uh, and they're calling me bitter
    Just because I speak my mind
    I bet you've seen it on my twitter
    Stop pretending everything is great or plain amazing
    Mainly things are shit so I'mma say whatever graces me
    Please buy my single, buy my fucking single
    Sounded like a broken record
    Plus your song's abysmal
    Never judge by the size of your wallets
    Rather say what's on your mind and try growing some bollocks

    Warhol's statement was risky business
    We're all gonna be famous for fifteen minutes
    The rich have got the money but the poor have got the power
    What are you gonna do with your quarter of an hour?
    I'm doing exactly what I did when I was unknown
    I live by one code: Speak out and never come home
    But just know that when you speak your mind, they'll say it's harmful
    If you don't believe, I've provided an example

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    Composición: Jake Gosling, Example, Adam Coltman y Justin Smith Ikpaema Uzomba

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