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DeBaphomet Copyright 2026 All rights reserved ------------------------------------------------ [Intro] Fuck fame That shit brings nothing but impossible obligations Fuck fame Nothin but want and need from people who will know my name but never me FUCK FAME! I won't let my creativity be overrun by some dumbass pocket game! Fuck your bag! Fuck your recognition! Fuck your head bobbin and never lookin deeper into the lyrics! I don't write for you! You've never been relevant If you don't like my shit Must be here for the hell of it Find a new flavor of the weak Fuckin tourist... Let's get this shit started (Let's get this shit started) [Verse 1] Mind is like a heartbeat It's pickin' up the pace Nobody can stop me You feel me like the bass Writin' with clenched teeth The stress set in my face I know I'm lookin' pretty But babe don't catch a case [Pre-chorus] I may not be your type My vibe's not what you like Don't get too close I'm too morose A pessimistic overdose [Chorus] Fuck fame Fuck the game You fuckers barely know my name! Fuck clout Fuck your handouts Don't know what my shit's about! Fuck the likes Anticipation spikes You say you "love me", bitch say psych SAY PSYCH! SAY PSYCH! [Verse 2] I am so anti-social I incite mobs for fun Livin' mi vida loco Always callin' shotgun Gave up on being hopeful Cause everybody runs But still I'm stayin vocal Cause I got a vision [Pre-chorus] I may not be your type My vibe's not what you like Don't get too close I'm too morose Thoughts are too chaotic, far from repose [Chorus] Fuck fame Fuck the game You fuckers barely know my name! Fuck clout Fuck your handouts Don't know what my shit's about! Fuck the likes Anticipation spikes You say you "love me", bitch say psych SAY PSYCH! SAY PSYCH! [Bridge] (Say psych) Mind's in a state of decay See the same shit every day And I can't work up the nerve to change a thing Can't concern myself with fans That shit just fucks up my plans Makin' everything I make feel dead and simple Don't think I can be okay Sweet songs, I can't write that way Least I'm consistent in not giving what you wanted And now I'm haunted The darkness taunted again Maybe next I'll write a sonnet And find out how to wreck that too Just for you... [Final chorus] Fuck fame Fuck the game You fuckers barely know my name! Fuck clout Fuck your handouts Don't know what my shit's about! Fuck the likes Anticipation spikes You say you "love me", bitch say psych And now I'm haunted— (Fuck the likes) The darkness taunted— (Anticipation spikes) Maybe next I'll write a sonnet— (Just for you) AND THEN I'LL WRECK THAT SHIT TOO!!!