Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doug Ardito
Doug Ardito
Bass
Christian Stone
Christian Stone
Lead Guitar
Wesley Scantlin
Wesley Scantlin
Lead Vocals
Ryan Yerdon
Ryan Yerdon
Drums
Brian Howes
Brian Howes
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Howes
Brian Howes
Songwriter
Doug Ardito
Doug Ardito
Songwriter
Wesley Scantlin
Wesley Scantlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Howes
Brian Howes
Producer
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Jason Van Poederooyen
Jason Van Poederooyen
Engineer
Matt Serecchio
Matt Serecchio
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Since it means so much to you
Yeah
Yeah
Hollywood Hills, pocket full of shells
Sunset drag and I haven't even slept all day
Zone in, something's gotta give
Might as well live it up until the fat lady sings
You want it, you got it
It's everything you dreamed
'Cause I, just wanna be famous
Be so fuckin' jaded
'Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars
Smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothing and the chicks are for free
Yeah, I wanna be, (Fa-fa-fa-famous)
We sleep all day, and still get paid
When the sun goes down, we'll do it all over again
'Cause when you're on a roll, they gotta let you go
Right through the back door (Door)
Let the games begin
You want it, you got it
It's everything you dreamed
'Cause I, just wanna be famous
Be so fuckin jaded
'Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars
Smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothing and the chicks are for free
Yeah, I wanna be (Fa-fa-fa-famous)
Well, I hope that it's everything that you dreamed about
Be careful what you wish for
I hope that it's everything that you dreamed
When everything's falling apart at the seams
And I know that you never believed in me
Don't ever let 'em fuck with your dreams, yeah
Since it means so much to you
You want it, you got it
It's everything you dreamed
'Cause I, just wanna be famous
Be so fuckin' jaded
'Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars
Smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothing and the chicks are for free
Just wanna be famous
'Cause fame is contagious
Now all the playboy bunnies want more honey from me
Show up at the Grammys
So loaded they'd ban me
The money is for nothing and the chicks are for free
Yeah, yeah, I wanna be (Fa-fa-fa-famous)
Yeah, I wanna be (Fa-fa-fa-famous)
Written by: Brian Howes, Doug Ardito, Wesley Scantlin
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