I just want to be an all-star, run 500 yardsRockstar life buying luxury carsI want a Bentley, want a nice PorscheI want a whip with butterfly doorsGrammy and a billion viewsEnough money to afford nice shoesGirlfriends and a golden gooseAnd a golden tooth, man, what about you?I just wanna go back to my roomI don't want the fame, I just want youI wish I was famous, nobody knows meI'd do the same, do what they tell meI have dreams that I'm living in the hillsI'm chilling with my homie Rick Ross, paying billsThey call me faceless, I need a faceliftRadio stations, here are my playlistsOne day I'ma shoot a shot at MarsFall into its orbit, let me fall into your armsI just wanna go back to my roomI don't want the fame, I just want youI just wanna go back to my roomI don't want the fame, I just want youAnd I've tried doing all that I canI'll walk to JapanIf it means that I won't fallOff by my own tongueJust to save all the numbers I madeI feed it like an eggAnd I'm all pumped upFull of all this loveI don't wanna go, goThough it won't take muchI don't wanna change clothesSince we're so damn closeI just wanna go home, babyThis showI just wanna go back to my roomMy roomI don't want the fame, I just want youI just wanna go back to my roomMy roomI just wanna go back to my roomI don't want the fame, I just want youI just want to go back to my roomI don't want the fame, I just want youTo see your eyes, feel the weight of the stones in my pockets.I just want you to know I'm fine.