Don't Get Mad Get Famous
Bonnie McKee
Don't get mad, get famous
You better make it to the church on time
They say you better keep your ass in line
Nobody want to let you shine too bright
They too afraid you hit the big time life
Ain't nobody gonna get your style
You’ve never gonna be the golden child
But they’re just gonna have to wait and see
You’re on the cover of a magazine
They can say what they want but we’ll keep on rocking
Ticktock like a bomb about to blow
They keep running their mouths and we’ll keep ‘em talking
Here we go, here we go
Everybody hates us (uh huh, yeah)
Say we’re too outrageous (they don’t do it like we do, no)
They can't handle greatness (uh huh, yeah)
Don’t get mad, get famous, get famous
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, oh-oh
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, get famous, get famous