Form of Flattery The-Dream

[Intro]
Down, down
Down, down
Hmm-oh
Hmm-oh
Down, down
Hmm-oh

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry, I can't need your approval, so please keep the handclaps
No need for a compliment, I can pat myself on the back
No dying for an award, you can keep the trophy
I could really care less whether any of y'all motherfuckers know me
'Scuse my French, pardon me, I don't mean to steal your shine
Man, I'll be in the sun for so long, looking my way'll just make you blind
All I need is the love, 'cause I can never have enough of that
You don't have to try to be the man when you the man, see?

[Chorus]
I'm embedded
And your fifteen minutes are almost up
Socialite
I wish you would roll up
(Ah me, oh yeah) Don't try me
I'm not like him, not like them
I wish you would roll up
(Ah me, oh yeah) I'm not him
I'm not like them, don't try me
I'm not better than that (No, oh)