If I Get Famous

I said I'm movin' out, so long, good riddance and goodbye

Yeah you pulled me down, but you have no idea how high I can fly

And through all the fights we've had, I keep my head up and sing, yeah

So if I get famous, you, you won't get a damn thing

Well, you took my hair, and you dragged me through the living room floor, yeah

You said you didn't want to worry, well you don't have to worry no more

Because I've packed my bags, and I've tied my belongings up in a string

So if I get famous, you, you won't get a damn thing

I don't like the way you talk me down

I can tell by your eyes you don't want me around