DRAMAS — Fame

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Ah-yaya-da, ya-yah

Oh, my mind is so loud
And my mornings so odd
I’m telling her to focus
Still I’m a visionnaire
Say
I come living bipolar
Come back
Stay

I’m burning on a gold bar
A night with my elite swarm
They’re calling me the all-star
Still a waster
I’m back, I’m back, I’m back, I’m back
Say it
Still I’m a prisoner
I come being reordered
Stay

No, I can’t live with or without you
I’m on my worst trip ever
No matter with or without y-you
I’ve got my walls yet painted
No, I can’t live with or without you
I’m on my worst trip ever
No matter with or without y-you
I’ve got my walls still painted

Ah-yaya-da, ya-yah

I look better than I feel
I’m an unborn star
Have my golden shades on
But it’s so dark
I feel worse than you think
I look best in a bar
Have a drink made of pills
On a sofa

I’m being a scholar
And my mind is so loud
A dreamеr in the school yard
Still I’m a pioneer
I made it
I come living bipolar
I’m famе
Still on the prison gate
I come living quite royal
I’m fame

No, I can’t live with or without you
I’m on my worst trip ever
No matter with or without y-you
I’ve got my walls yet painted
No, I can’t live with or without you
I’m on my worst trip ever
No matter with or without y-you
I’ve got my walls still painted