Written by Bruce Driscoll & Marie Seyrat
Produced, mixed & mastered by Freedom Fry

Freedom Fry - Dans Mes Baskets

Release April 24th 2020

Talk About Me - Lyrics

VERSE 1
You tell me who you see, and it isn't me
You tell me what I'm like, but I don't agree

You think you understand what I'm all about
You think you know the plan, got me figured out
I'm nothing but a brand and a stereotype

PRE
New cars, new trends
New blood, new friends
Fated to pretend
My views, my pain
My voice, my name
Get used to hearing it 'cause

CHORUS
On a mountain in Nevada they will talk about me
Down the river Colorado they will talk about me
Go to Florida, Key Largo
Phoenix or Chicago
Everybody's gonna want to talk about me

In your neighborhood in Tampa they will talk about me
On a schoolyard in Atlanta they will talk about me
All your exes and your teachers
Crazies and the preachers
Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

VERSE 2
You say I ride the backs on the friends I make
But I’m a narcissist, so I think it's great 

Your insecurity is a state of mind
You better make a scene or get left behind 
'Cause everything’s forgiven on the day you die, right
So

PRE
New cars, new trends
New blood, new friends
Fated to pretend
My views, my pain
My voice, my name
Get used to hearing it 'cause

CHORUS
On a mountain in Nevada they will talk about me
Down the river Colorado they will talk about me
Go to Florida, Key Largo
Phoenix or Chicago
Everybody's gonna wanna talk about me

In your neighborhood in Tampa they will talk about me
On a schoolyard in Atlanta they will talk about me
All your exes and your teachers
Crazies and the preachers
Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

On a beach in Santa Monica they'll talk about me
On planet in Andromeda they'll talk about me 
You’ll see Katy and Rihanna, Elon and Obama 
Meeting up with Lana just to talk about me

Have a normal conversation it will be about me
Get abducted by a spaceship they will ask about me
Future 4D magazines
Front page of your dreams 
Everybody’s gonna wanna talk about me

On a lunch break in the classroom they would talk about me
Pointing fingers, making faces when they talk about me
I’d be standing in the distance, vibrantly existing
Just as long as everybody’s talking 'bout me

Talk About Me

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