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He Know I’m Famous

M RISSY

Released

September 15, 2026

Last 7 Days

$219.2K

Buzz

236.3

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1 week on chart

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Daily Score

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Performance Stats

Quality59.8

Buzz236.3

Weeks on Chart1

Awards0

Revenue

Last 7 Days$219.2K

Cumulative Revenue$219.2K

Daily Score14874.0

Today$44.7K

Lyrics

September 15, 2026

\[Intro\]\
\[Whispered\]\
He says he doesn't care.\
Mm-hm.\
That is adorable.

\[Verse 1\]\
He picked the little bistro with the window to the block,\
Said, “I like the chicken,” while he studied who would stop.\
Hostess said my name, he nearly lost a molar,\
Suddenly the water tastes expensive on his collar.\
He was “keep it low-key,” now he’s posing by the menu,\
Telling strangers, “No big deal, she just happens to be in view.”\
I said, “You good?” He said, “Baby, fame is not my thing.”\
Then he angled toward the doorway like the doorway had a ring.

\[Pre-Chorus\]\
You don’t care, you don’t care—why you checking every face?\
You don’t care, you don’t care—why you picked the see-and-be-seen place?\
Your mouth says “whatever,” but your jacket says “remember me,”\
And your hand is on my waist whenever someone says, “Is that she?”

\[Chorus\]\
He know I’m famous, famous—don’t lie to me, baby,\
He know I’m famous, famous—your little act is crazy.\
Says he doesn’t care, then he fixes up his bracelet,\
Posts me by accident—how convenient, how amazing.\
He know I’m famous, famous—say it with your chest,\
You love when they recognize me, love when you get recognized next.\
He know I’m famous—shh, don’t make a scene...\
You don’t care so beautifully, you’re my favorite fan in jeans.

\[Beat Stop\]\
\[Spoken, dry\]\
No autograph. You already got one—apparently on your entire personality.

\[Verse 2\]\
Last week you wore a hoodie with a hole beside the pocket,\
Now your shirt has tiny horses and a watch that needs a socket.\
You said, “My friends don’t know your songs,” with a smile too rehearsed,\
Then named three singles, two awards, and the producer on the verse.\
You call it “just my girl,” but you pause and let it breathe,\
Like a game-show host awaiting applause you didn’t think you’d receive.\
You sent me to the bar, then you waved me back in frame,\
“Oops, I didn’t know I filmed”—you knew the whole campaign.

\[Pre-Chorus\]\
You don’t care, you don’t care—why you whisper when they stare?\
You don’t care, you don’t care—why you comb your fingers through your hair?\
You say, “I love you for your heart,” and that part might be true,\
But you love the little halo people accidentally put on you.

\[Chorus\]\
He know I’m famous, famous—don’t lie to me, baby,\
He know I’m famous, famous—your little act is crazy.\
Says he doesn’t care, then he fixes up his bracelet,\
Posts me by accident—how convenient, how amazing.\
He know I’m famous, famous—say it with your chest,\
You love when they recognize me, love when you get recognized next.\
He know I’m famous—shh, don’t make a scene...\
You don’t care so beautifully, you’re my favorite fan in jeans.

\[Bridge\]\
\[Whispered\]\
Come here, celebrity boyfriend.\
No, closer.\
Tell me again how fame makes no difference...\
while you stand exactly where the camera can see you.

\[Verse 3\]\
You got a new barber, new cologne, new vocabulary,\
“Brand,” “vision,” “circle”—boy, your glossary is scary.\
You told your cousin I’m “low-key,” then sent my profile link,\
Said, “She hates attention,” while you tagged me in a drink.\
At brunch you’re modest, “I’m just happy that she’s happy,”\
But you chose the table where the paparazzi might be nappy—\
\[Beat Stop\]\
No, that was a reach. I’m still hot, you’re still transparent,\
And your “private” little romance has a publicist’s appearance.

You love the door to open, love the room to turn,\
Love the tiny pause before the strangers say my words.\
You love my name in your mouth, don’t make me call you out,\
If I’m only “just your woman,” why you practicing the shout?

\[Rapid-Fire\]\
No, you’re not a groupie, you’re a gentleman with timing,\
A low-profile lover with a high-profile lining.\
You don’t chase the spotlight—you simply orbit near it,\
You don’t post me on purpose—you just happen to appear in it.\
You don’t know my numbers, you just know my streaming,\
You don’t want the clout, you just love the room beaming.\
You don’t care, okay, that story’s very cute—\
Now kiss me like a secret while you wear the tailored suit.

\[Final Chorus\]\
He know I’m famous, famous—don’t lie to me, baby,\
He know I’m famous, famous—your little act is crazy.\
Says he doesn’t care, then he fixes up his bracelet,\
Posts me by accident—how convenient, how amazing.\
He know I’m famous, famous—say it with your chest,\
You love when they recognize me, love when you get recognized next.\
He know I’m famous—shh, don’t make a scene...\
You don’t care so beautifully, you’re my favorite fan in jeans.

\[Outro\]\
\[Spoken, amused\]\
He says he fell for my personality.\
I believe him.\
It’s a very famous personality.\
\[Whispered\]\
Now turn around... the lighting is better over here.

Revenue History

Showing 7 days at a time from the most recent payouts.

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Date	Revenue
Sep 17, 2026	$44.71 thousand
Sep 16, 2026	$44.42 thousand
Sep 15, 2026	$64.83 thousand
Sep 14, 2026	$65.27 thousand

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