Popular - Lyrics

yeah!
yeezy, i just had to do it
i got your shoes at the crib tho
ya

she said
i knew this chick named
blublockr what was her name?

I knew a chick named music who told if I do her
that she would help to make me pop-u-lar
but understand that I was chess club and glasses
mister I have yet to ever miss a class
and the promise of a honor roll onner goin mainstream
had me fainting...like a blind man seein a painting
so I flew her
to the louvre
I dedicated every wakin' minute to her
studies went toilet my mind was on tour and
seein' me and her makin' platinum children
gettin awards and acclaim Turok
hoppin' off a plane and on a stage...to rock
ya
she promised me that that would never end
but like a varisty sport I gotta letter in
so I did, I kept her satsified
now I got a letterman jacket nigga that implies I'm popular

My muse made me...pop like soda
and now my mom's runnin outta room to sew the
letters that I'm earnin on
they fill the pockets and the sleeves and now the chest
and the lipstick of cheerleaders fills the rest, ha
they love my style and my light skin
and everybody else bite like they let the right one in
then the teachers that I am admirin'
are throwin me the torch and they announcin' their retirement
now that was all up in my head
and I am getting quite a fuckin' heada myself
so I get back to work and then jock whispered somethin in my ear
that fucked up my whole head and my new era up
he said she fuck with everybody
music kinda loose, joe she fuck with everybody
don't let the lies she feed ya defeat ya
just keep ya fuckin' head up and keep on believin' you'll be

because of her i-i ignored my studies for a while
and now...I'm afraid of failin finals
cuz that means that I will never be a freshmen
and I have squandered everything that i've invested in
my shit is cold but I bought when I shoulda sold
and now my foes on the internet are sayin fold
allow me to shorten the story that I told
when life says stop! its kinda hard to go...
I do though, backwards so it's all good
I know I'm cold...and "u" said i could
so in this high school we call the music business
where its usually 'bout the cars, chains and the bitches
i do me like my ex girl taught me
and if i do it long enough you will all applaud me
success is spelled with two t's, talent and time
until then I'm livin in my mind, where I'm popular ha!