Don't Look 4 Me When I'm Famous
If you can't find me when I'm blatantI don't think you should look for me when I'm famous
I am Forever realizing friends are strangers
Undeserving parasites, they only fight for my attention,
whenever it affects them
Lo and behold infecting,
my every precious sense-less
A heart from the equation
Get this, to get this [heart] you need some patients/patience
The Love Doctor Philharmonic wait lists... nobody
He is a walking soul/sole with flesh the leather papi
Tough at first but break me in I fit nicely
You might be my sole/soul mate prolly
but the shoe is on the other foot and backwards in the mirror
Can’t figure what to do with love Appointing me your proxy
Approach me now you might need [an] appointment to talk me
Into understanding why you were such a Nazi
I had a Hebrew heart it was Kosher until you lighted
The Oven,
stuck in my emotions, now the [thee]
motions might just Burry you under waves of why nots
Sand in your eyes/I's can't see/C or breathe air/ar
And/N this G got a lair/lare/lear [learjet] and no fair/fare so he Glare
At the sky as he glide by with no Care and no share/Cher
So is he sunny/Sonny [Bono], without you? Yeah
Like you were in a math team go sum/some wear/where
Not here/hear let me repeat/reap eat it crystal clear
What you sow/sew/“so” wont be there/dare if the truth disappear
So I roll with the Flare/Flaired/Flair [Ric Flair/jeans]
wide, eyed ‘til a stare/steer
To my fear
is the love from up here/a pear [shaped girl]
Where I sear/see her/seer with the vision
and my mission’s to kiss in words into her ear, chea
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