I just want to be an all-star, run 500 yards
Rockstar life buying luxury cars
I want a Bentley, want a nice Porsche
I want a 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'd do the same, do what they tell me
I have dreams that I'm living in the hills
I'm chilling with my homie Rick Ross, paying bills
They call me faceless, I need a facelift
Radio stations, here are my playlists
One day I'ma shoot a shot at Mars
Fall into its orbit, 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 by my own tongue
Just to save all the numbers I made
I feed it like an egg
And I'm all pumped up
Full of all this love
I don't wanna go, go
Though it won't take much
I don't wanna change clothes
Since we're so damn close
I just wanna go home, baby
This show
I just wanna go back to my room
My room
I don't want the fame, I just want you
I just wanna go back to my room
My room
I just wanna go back to my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you
I just want to go back to my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you
To see your eyes, feel the weight of the stones in my pockets.
I just want you to know I'm fine.