This morning I made the call The one that ends it all Hanging up,I wanted to cry But dammit,this well's gone dry Not for the money,not for the fame Not for the power,just no more games But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado I can't replace the

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier I want to be a celebrity martyr Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour Bang bang give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead I'm well fed Give me

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

Ain't a damn thing change I still keep that thing Right up under my shirt Until somebody get hurt When I pull away hang and bang 'Cause it all fun and games Boy you better catch me first So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt

Let's get it on 'til a early morn' Inna di car wid us Dem nah war wid us Inna di club dem wah flex wid us To get next to us Dem cah vex wid us From di day me born Jah ignite me flame Gyal a call me name and it is me fame It's all good, girl turn me on

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

À quoi bon? Et puis à quoi bon? T'es tellement seul derrière ton écran Tu penses à c'que vont penser les gens Tout le monde il veut seulement la thune Et seulement ça, ça les fait bander Tout le monde il veut seulement la fame Et seulement ça, ça les

Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah) No more talk, we're kicking down the doors Everybody saw me taking off (taking off) Fuckin' what they say, party hard (party hard) I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be the same (same)

When I land in the sand, where's my greeter? Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer Eating clams, rolling grams Helipad, dizzy by the time I land Helipad, I'm so done with

My last piece, I swear They even iced out Jesus' hair Look at me, pathetic n**** This chain that I bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous result Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin' my heart I'm knee deep in the game and it ain't what I