Icon

 

Everywhere I look I’m pasted to the wall.

Six records and three books, I could be John or Paul.

Seven million overnight,

I’m reaching new heights,

I might break down the internet with all these new likes.

 

PR campaigns,

Streams of champagne,

I’m getting so big, don’t even own my own name.

 

Cause I’m an icon, 

Icon,

A media cyclone,

I’ll stick to your screen 

And I won’t wash away.

Icon,

Icon,

I’ll live out my life on

Your flat, new TV and the magazine page.

 

Living up here, it ain’t always easy:

I don’t know what to do with all my Yeezys.

I’m living my life,

I’m on my third wife,

Last night I bought a Tesla just to have one inside.

 

Playing the game,

Drenched in the fame,

But I don’t get wet when it starts to rain.

 

Cause I’m an icon, 

Icon,

A media cyclone,

I’ll stick to your screen 

And I won’t wash away.

Icon,

Icon,

I’ll live out my life on

Your flat, new TV and the magazine page.

 

. . . 

 

 

I’ve got a lifetime supply of tea at the Ritz,

This unbridled talent is doing its bits

And not even laxatives can give me the sh*ts

Cause I’m walking on water and it’s keeping me fit. 

 

I’m an icon,

Can’t you see?

You’ll see me,

You’ll see me,

You’ll see me.