D-Low - Don't Change when you're Famous Lyrics

Dan when you get famous don't change
How can I change
When the shit that I made
Will take at least a decade
To hit the radio waves
They call it cooking
And when they hear my shit they'll be booking
And I'll be looking like
Gordon Ramsay on holiday
How can I change
When I built my own lane
Still driving the same way
Only difference I made
Is that I took off the chains
That had me locked in a cage
Filling all of my music up
With anger and rage
F*cking up the radio with telekinesis
Whenever I arrange a song and release it
And now you hear me on the radio
But social media wants me to be a
Stereo-typical monotone
Just gunna take this spot right here, jump in it
Cu this is my zone and no one's within it
I finally did it and now I bring it
I sit with my spirit for a minute to clear it
Why do you always look pissed off
Funny that you're here every time I'm looking pissed
Did you ever stop and thing that maybe you are causing this
Maybe it's my resting bitch-face
No mistake this place is a disgrace
Home to a nutcase, screaming in a pillow case
Scuttering around in the draw for a pack of blades
Got a load of accolades, no one to congratulate
Get on a plane and flying all the way down to Adelaide
Maybe you're listening to me cuz I'm original
You could try and burn a CD but its all digital
I got soo many styles, keeping it naturally wild
I got my formula dialled and melodies irresistible
Stop right now I whip you with a towel
Tell you a tale and you take the intel
But if you get famous you'll change I can tell
Turning your former self into a shell
Well
I couldn't change even if I wanted that
I built my own principals before raps
I was making philosophies before tracks
Had my own back set before the set backs
Why you worried now? Worry about yourself
I'm the one no one ever worried about
I was forced on my own but I'm my own force now
Dan when you get famous don't change
I'm burning up in saunas
When dipping into the waters
Dancing round all the piranhas
Spending summer in Bahamas
7AM no pyjamas
Watching sunrise with the farmers
Far away from all the dramas
Just panoramas and l-l-llamas
I'm wearing no clothes
When the day grows
Morning wind blows
Feeling frost bite in my big toes
That's a big no
Walking slow-mo
Through the corn row
Gunna lie low till the storm goes
Thank the o-zone
When I get home
For my skin tone
Got a nice glow on my shin bone
In the studio writing up a video
Oh no, D-low's gunna change
When he gets gets known get
Gets , gets known get
Pa no ra mas l l llamas
Gets , gets known get
Gets , gets known get
Pa no ra mas l l llamas
Gets , gets known get