Lyrics:
say
You reach for the stars
Got everything you always dreamed
Or thought about
And everyone knows who you are
Never gets boring
And haters in your
be just sucking blood
Didn't know who my father was
Ten years in therapy
Telling the same story
Telling it in different ways
Talking about the same
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
Grey paint, interior blue
All suade Elvis is jealous
She put my hands all on my pelvis
Her ex hate it
Who the fuck cares
You niggas are outdated
She
know who you are
But you look like a star
And everybody here be thinkin'
Who's that boy?
Wanna take you home
And get you all alone
And everybody here is
So indecisive, oh
So indecisive, I can't decide it
Can you be my sidekick, the one I fight this crime with
Long nights by my side, are you down
won't you be naked for me? It goes:
Please don't pass me by
Oh please, don't pass me by
For I am blind, oh but you can see
Yes, I've been blinded oh,
doing that 'cause you're on vacation, on vacation?
I don't know what you see in me
Are you doing it 'cause you're almost famous, almost famous?
Is this
to die
Do you hear my cry?
Yester years gone by so fast
I am outta gas
Can't keep up lass
Put me in the trash
Chorus:
Tomorrow brings only despair
Naked
hating, I'm finally famous
How would it feel if you got a deal?
Don't let it get to me, I keep it real
I know some niggas who stuck in the field
Stacking my
When the light gets too hot
And there's nowhere to hide
They miss you while you're here and
Love you after you die
Fine by appearance but broken inside
Famous, you know that frame gone make you famous
And all them dudes are on some lame shit
You know that vibe ain't entertaining
Famous, yeah she
dripping I hang with a mop
Smoking on flowers I'm smoking these crops
Shit
Fill up my lungs imma pop
And you just talking you talking
You talking you talking
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
tell you nine tales
Or nine stories
Drinking forties on the ninth story
Or the thirteenth story
Or are you superstitious? The fourteenth story
Mitch
about the anger you're talking
What are you angry about?
I don't remember. You know
underneath we’re all the same
I just wanna be naked with you naked as we came
You think
You know me
But you won’t even look me in the eyes
To know
Who I am
I'm
sending
Bare shots one by one one by one
Nigga fuck you
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'm trying to be as famous as the Spice Girls
Got 'em dancing off beat like them white girls
I'm trying to be as famous as the Spice Girls
Got 'em
at a better future
Here's an important question I want to ask you
Is today the day you do something that changes the future
Those who are household names
Like
trainers are all the latest
Surrounded by famous faces
We're here baby I made it i'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
Nowadays I'm feeling like my
Middle
You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day
She runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown
She told me that human
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