I stole your magazine The one with the beauty queen on the front I see her look at me, I swear that it is mockingly What the f*ck? And you decide what I should like But I don't buy no hype Like in the magazine The one with the beauty queen on the front I wanna run, run far away I gotta get far away from you I gotta keep my identity And focus what I can do, oh! I don't want to be famous If I got to be shameless If you don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what? I don't know what this game is Cause I'm not even playing it You don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what? She's just a chickadee They chose her for celebrity It's all a stunt Why does it get to me 'Til I react so angrily to this stuff? And maybe I'm not worth your time Not a stop upon your climb It doesn't bother me, It's just my insecurities acting up I wanna run, run far away I gotta get far away from you I gotta keep my identity And focus on what I can do, oh! So take a shot for free And photoshop the bits of me that you don't want I'll steal your magazine The one with the beauty queen on the front I don't want to be famous If I got to be shameless If you don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what? I don't know what this game is Cause I'm not even playing it You don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what? So what, so what? So what, so what? So what, so what? So what? I read your magazine, But maybe change a couple things Like just be honest, don't be mean Now everybody f*cking sing I don't want to be famous If I got to be shameless If you don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what? I don't know what this game is Cause I'm not even playing it You don't know what my name is, name is So what, so what?