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

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

Nothing could come between us She said... One of those favorite things that she used to say That's just what she said Sorry to say but I don't feel the same It's on your conscience, I'm not for sale Don't you hate when it gets stuck in your mouth And

I'm going down. My nose is in the sand I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand A cloud of dust just came over me and I think I'm drowning on dry land You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man You know, my father told me, son

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still Am I coming out of left field? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now We could fight

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

It could be easy But small things make it so hard But you probably won’t believe me That’s why I smoke around Doggy style they see me on TV Trying had just to beat me She knows who I am plus my team is undefeated I am the man in my city if you wanna it I

Twenty more minutes until I'm on I met that girl right up at my show Left her man in the crowd on the floor Listen, this is not my city show But I treat it like my city show Yeah, I am not slow These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough Pass that

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is