I just wanna be an all-star,
run 500 yards Rockstar life, buying luxury cars I wanna Bentley, want a nice Porsche
I wanna whip with butterfly doors
Grammy and a billion views
Enough money to afford nice shoes
Girlfriends and a golden goose and a golden tooth
Man, what about you?
I just wanna go back to my room
I don't want the fame,
I just want you
I wish I was famous,
nobody knows me I do the same *,
do what they tell me
I have dreams that I'm living in the hills
I'm chillin' with my homie Rick Ross,
paying bills They call me faceless,
I need a facelift
Radio stations, they on my playlist
One day I'm a shooter shot at Mars
Fall into a torbit,
let me fall into your arms
I just wanna go back to my room
I don't want the fame,
I just want you
I just wanna go back to my room I don't want the fame,
I just want you
And I've tried doing all that I can I'll walk to Japan
If it means that I won't fall off,
bite my own tongue
Just to save all the numbers I made I feed it like an animal
Popped off full of all this love I don't wanna go,
go Thought it won't take much I don't wanna change clothes
Since we're so damn close I just wanna go home
Baby, * this *
I just wanna
go back to my room Room, room,
my room, room
I don't want the fame,
I just want you You,
you, want you I just wanna go back to my room Room,
room,
my room,
room
I just want you, want you
Forget everything I ever wanted All I want is to see your eyes
Feel the weight of the stones in my pockets I just want you to know I'm fine