Lyrics Famous - Derek Pope

Up late, sleeping on my feet
Candy cane but shit ain't sweet
Out the bag the cats on me
Rains if all the dogs don't eat
One man's bread another's feast
Pick the flesh between my teeth
Don't know where I'm supposed to be
Don't know where I'm supposed to be

They don't really speak my language
Way too many you wanna be famous
Way too many you wanna be dangerous
I'm so tired man of hearing the same shit

And the funny thing is
(And the funny thing is)
Nevermind I'm the only one laughing out loud
Offa lickety split
(Offa lickety split)
Now they look me up just to say look at you now
Yea it is what it isn't
Everything changed in an instant
I can see the world from a distance
I want more than that I'm ambitious

Up late, sleeping on my feet
Candy cane but shit ain't sweet
Out the bag the cats on me
Rains if all the dogs don't eat
One man's bread another's feast
Pick the flesh between my teeth
Don't know where I'm supposed to be
Don't know where I'm supposed to be

Who put the blame on us
Who put the pain on us
I think the drugs caught up
I need the love too much
I need to feel something
I need my mind turned off
I think my high wore off
Watch how the lows creep up now