You're a fake motherfucker, I hate you, motherfucker I'll break you, motherfucker, you're mine You're a joke, motherfucker, you gloat but you're a sucker Such a fuckin' waste of my time You smile and wave with your borrowed fame But everybody sees

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink Bring your body baby I could bring you fame And that's my motherfucking words too Listen ma I'll give you all I got Listen

Fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame Fame makes a man take things over Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame puts you there where things are hollow (fame) Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane

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

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go

Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate Pimp pimp! (horray!) Love won't get you high as this Drugs won't get you high as this Fame won't get you high as this Chains won't get you high as this Juice won't get you high as this Two keys won't get you high,

And all she wants in life is fortune and fame So she keeps on moving, moving right along Even though she knows deep down inside Said, she's born to be wild and she can't be tamed She knows something was wrong She knows something is wrong Well, they no

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

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

Lo supe porque tú eres como yo Te gusta bailar cuando suena el dembow (Sonando suena el dembow) La noche esta buena y bailando contigo se pone mejor Cuando te vi, vi, vi Supe que tú eras para mí, mi, mi Y es que a me gustas sólo tú, tú, tú ¿Como