Woo, woo, woo, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh,
You may see me on yo phone, but I'm barely famous
It may seem like I am on, but I'm barely famous
I just got a gift card in my email (email)
It's a J Crew sale out in Hinsdale (Hinsdale)
She want Louie, she want Prada from The RealReal
Baby don't you know the devil's in the retail (uh, uh, uh, let's go)
I know she a real life Barbie (ok)
And she want me to be her Ken (her Ken)
But the money I just can't spend (can't spend)
For now I'll just pretend
Where you wanna go to dinner (skrt)
Say she wanna go to Carbone
Ain't that where Drake go? (yeah)
Damn, babe, I don't know (damn)
Isn't Carbone overhyped (hyped)
I thought we'd do something light (light)
How bout that Chinese spot? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Orange chicken with the rice
You know I'm like TI (TI)
You get whatever you like
But I just checked the website and they all booked for tonight
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (for real, uh)
I'm even kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous
Ahhh
Gosh
Everything I do is a facade
She think I'm at the studio
I'm really at my job
She told me that her ex was a NFL vet
And still call me a catch
I think that one is a stretch
She way out of my league, that's the reason I can't leave
And she always on her phone buying things she don't need
I spent my last check on that trip to the Bahamas ('hamas)
I can't keep keeping up with the Yes and the Biancas ('ancas)
I need a real partner, a Michelle to my Obama (for real)
Somebody that's gone hold me down, protect me from the drama (we don't need that)
I know you probably passed, but they don't teach this in class
If you want a bad bitch, then you gotta pay in cash
Ahh damn
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers (uh, uh, uh, uh)
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (woop, for real)
I'm really kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that
You are listening to 107.5 The Street's Heat
And that was Barely Famous by Elijah Wallace
I love Elijah Wallace
What they say, hey, I might tell you a joke, but I'll never tell you a lie
And with that, we are out
Elijah Wallace - Barely Famous Lyrics
Elijah Wallace - Barely Famous Lyrics
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English
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh,
You may see me on yo phone, but I'm barely famous
It may seem like I am on, but I'm barely famous
I just got a gift card in my email (email)
It's a J Crew sale out in Hinsdale (Hinsdale)
She want Louie, she want Prada from The RealReal
Baby don't you know the devil's in the retail (uh, uh, uh, let's go)
I know she a real life Barbie (ok)
And she want me to be her Ken (her Ken)
But the money I just can't spend (can't spend)
For now I'll just pretend
Where you wanna go to dinner (skrt)
Say she wanna go to Carbone
Ain't that where Drake go? (yeah)
Damn, babe, I don't know (damn)
Isn't Carbone overhyped (hyped)
I thought we'd do something light (light)
How bout that Chinese spot? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Orange chicken with the rice
You know I'm like TI (TI)
You get whatever you like
But I just checked the website and they all booked for tonight
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (for real, uh)
I'm even kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous
Ahhh
Gosh
Everything I do is a facade
She think I'm at the studio
I'm really at my job
She told me that her ex was a NFL vet
And still call me a catch
I think that one is a stretch
She way out of my league, that's the reason I can't leave
And she always on her phone buying things she don't need
I spent my last check on that trip to the Bahamas ('hamas)
I can't keep keeping up with the Yes and the Biancas ('ancas)
I need a real partner, a Michelle to my Obama (for real)
Somebody that's gone hold me down, protect me from the drama (we don't need that)
I know you probably passed, but they don't teach this in class
If you want a bad bitch, then you gotta pay in cash
Ahh damn
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers (uh, uh, uh, uh)
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (woop, for real)
I'm really kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that
You are listening to 107.5 The Street's Heat
And that was Barely Famous by Elijah Wallace
I love Elijah Wallace
What they say, hey, I might tell you a joke, but I'll never tell you a lie
And with that, we are out
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh,
You may see me on yo phone, but I'm barely famous
It may seem like I am on, but I'm barely famous
I just got a gift card in my email (email)
It's a J Crew sale out in Hinsdale (Hinsdale)
She want Louie, she want Prada from The RealReal
Baby don't you know the devil's in the retail (uh, uh, uh, let's go)
I know she a real life Barbie (ok)
And she want me to be her Ken (her Ken)
But the money I just can't spend (can't spend)
For now I'll just pretend
Where you wanna go to dinner (skrt)
Say she wanna go to Carbone
Ain't that where Drake go? (yeah)
Damn, babe, I don't know (damn)
Isn't Carbone overhyped (hyped)
I thought we'd do something light (light)
How bout that Chinese spot? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Orange chicken with the rice
You know I'm like TI (TI)
You get whatever you like
But I just checked the website and they all booked for tonight
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (for real, uh)
I'm even kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous
Ahhh
Gosh
Everything I do is a facade
She think I'm at the studio
I'm really at my job
She told me that her ex was a NFL vet
And still call me a catch
I think that one is a stretch
She way out of my league, that's the reason I can't leave
And she always on her phone buying things she don't need
I spent my last check on that trip to the Bahamas ('hamas)
I can't keep keeping up with the Yes and the Biancas ('ancas)
I need a real partner, a Michelle to my Obama (for real)
Somebody that's gone hold me down, protect me from the drama (we don't need that)
I know you probably passed, but they don't teach this in class
If you want a bad bitch, then you gotta pay in cash
Ahh damn
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
She think that I'm a baller and I hang with all the Lakers (uh, uh, uh, uh)
She think cause I got followers that mean that I got paper
The truth is that my girl don't know that I am barely famous (woop, for real)
I'm really kind of nameless
I'm really far from A-list
I'm even kind of aimless
She want me take her shopping and to give her entertainment (nah, nah, nah, nah)
The truth is that my girl don't know that
You are listening to 107.5 The Street's Heat
And that was Barely Famous by Elijah Wallace
I love Elijah Wallace
What they say, hey, I might tell you a joke, but I'll never tell you a lie
And with that, we are out
Writer: Elijah Wallace
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid