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[Hook] Be your biographer, I'll be your photographer Deacon Industries, I'll make ya real popular I'll make ya real popular, I'll make ya real popular I'll make ya real popular, make ya real popular [Verse 1] Red band Wayfair arms, did not suppose with a fella named Carm He was in a band, Paul Simon One degree away from the Dz rhyming Popularity's about exposure But too much exposure can lead you to a closure Or too much time in the sun outside Gonna need shade 'cause the Internet's alive But when you return, gotta have a nеw look New sets of photos, a tell-all book Tеll about too much exposure gone wrong Keep in mind in the sink in your new tell-all song Your new tell-all song - come on, let's do it! [Hook] I'll be your biographer, I'll be your photographer Deacon Industries, I'll make ya real popular Publicity, passwords to all accounts Give me two weeks, you'll know all about Popular I'll make ya real popular Popular I'll make ya real popular [Verse 2] Paul Simon had a partner, Garfunkel Looking like Collins on the Bulls or your uncle Your uncle that you never ever really spoke with Find out later there's a reason of the rift Plus him and Paul, they had wrote a song Mrs. Robinson, about a love gone wrong And your uncle got involved in a cult Told about the time on your bed on the boat Job of the cult, no more secrets No more secrets, make you whole from small pieces Then dad and his brother had a fight Haven't spoke since really that night Gotta be careful of what you do Everybody's watching, you live in a zoo My company knows exactly what to do Make you popular like 2 Live Crew, yeah [Hook] I'll be your biographer, I'll be your photographer Deacon Industries, I'll make ya real popular Popular I'll make ya real popular Popular I'll make ya real popular [Verse 3] I work with a lady who owns salons Got divorced, hey, and she had to move on She said the salon needs more exposure To the urban market, bring new people over I suggested remixing her jingle Popular like Empire Carpets used to do shingles At Empire, I specialized in steps Even got so fast that I even took bets Bets about who bought lunch It got more serious and led to a punch But it was tricky 'cause the stairs had curves Knocked the painting off the wall and that Faberge bird The owner said "Get the hell out" We got fired, but I got clout And that's what's it all about Gimme two weeks, give you no doubt [Hook] I'll be your biographer, I'll be your photographer Deacon Industries, I'll make ya real popular Popular I'll make ya real popular Popular I'll make ya real popular