Lyrics Talk About Me - Skott

Talk About Me

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