Talk About Me - Skott

You tell me who you see and it isn’t me

You tell me what I’m like but I don’t agree

You think you understand what I’m all about

You think you know the plan, got me figured out

I’m nothing but a brand and a stereotype

New cars, new trends

New blood, new friends

Fated to pretend

My views, my pain

My voice, my name

Get used to hearing it cause

On a mountain in Nevada they will talk about me

Down the river Colorado they will talk about me

Go to Florida, Key Largo, Phoenix or Chicago

Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

In your neighborhood in Tampa they will talk about me

On a schoolyard in Atlanta they will talk about me

All your exes and your teachers, crazies and the preachers

Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

You say I ride the backs on the friends I make

But I’m a narcissist, so I think it’s great

Ooh, your insecurity is a state of mind

And you better make a scene or get left behind

Cause everything’s forgiven on the day you die right, so

New cars, new trends

New blood, new friends

Fated to pretend

My views, my pain

My voice, my name

Get used to hearing it cause

On a mountain in Nevada they will talk about me

Down the river Colorado they will talk about me

Go to Florida, Key Largo, Phoenix or Chicago

Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

In your neighborhood in Tampa they will talk about me

On a schoolyard in Atlanta they will talk about me

All your exes and your teachers, crazies and the preachers

Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

Talk about me

Talk about me

New cars, new trends

New blood, new friends

Fated to pretend

My views, my pain

My voice, my name

Get used to hearing it cause

On a beach in Santa Monica they’ll talk about me

On a planet in Andromeda they’ll talk about me

You’ll see Katy and Rihanna, Elon and Obama

Meeting up with Lana just to talk about me

Have a normal conversation it will be about me

Get abducted by a spaceship they will ask about me

Future 4D magazines, front page of your dreams

Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

On a lunch break in the classroom they would talk about me

Pointing fingers, making faces when they talk about me

I’d be standing in the distance, vibrantly existing

Just as long as everybody’s talking about me