Art

You’re talking to Prince
You’re talking to Beyonce
You’re talking to Janelle Monae
When you’re talking to me
You’re talking to art
You’re talking to Sting
You’re talking to Ozzie
You’re talking to Pharrell and Frank
When you’re talking to me
You’re talking to art
I’m aware of the mess I made, y’all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m aware of the ego (go, go)
I ain’t stressed by the time I take now
No, no, no
It’s all apart of the show (show)
So don’t you worry about a thing, man
Don’t you worry about a thing, man
Cause I’m good in the hood
No, the fame ain’t the aim
I’m cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
Ooh
Ooh
Some days I wish I was Ye or Drake, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Truth is
I got a bit of both (both, both)
Cause I wasn’t born with a funk to fake
Fuck fanfare for the folks
Cause I ain’t worried bout a thing, man
No, I ain’t worried about a thing, man
Cause I’m good in the hood
No, the fame ain’t the aim
I’m cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
Ooh
Ooh
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The fame
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
The art
Oooooh
Ooooh
Cause I ain’t worried bout a thing, man
No I ain’t worried about a thing, man
Cause I’m good in the hood
No, the fame ain’t the aim
I’m cool in the streets
Kill the news
Drop the beat
You’re talking to Prince
You’re talking to Beyonce
You’re talking to Janelle Monae
When you’re talking to me
You’re talking to art
You’re talking to Sting
You’re talking to Ozzie
You’re talking to Pharrell and Frank
When you’re talking to me
You’re talking to art
I’m cool in the streets
I’m good in the hood
No, the fame ain’t the aim
Yeah