I'm living the good life a toast to you now I can't complain (I can't complain) It's all sham pain (it's all sham pain) All in all it's a good life I got what I want I never cared about the money never really needed fame You think it would've changed me,

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

Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change Still me and my homies and we all the same Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame" W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name? My third album, my Graduation like Kanye I just might fuck

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

Slowly down the hall of fame (fame, fame) That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy Where angels fly you won't play For my big mouth, my big name Around this town you've ceased to be So guess who's gonna take the blame I'll put on my shoes while

Yeah, ah, ah You can chase the lights You can chase the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself long girl You must be confused You ain't even blonde girl Or even true to your roots

Fortune fame mirror vain gone insane But the memory remains Fortune, fame mirror vain gone insane (insane) Fortune, fame mirror vain gone insane (Na ra ra na da da da) na na da Ash to ash dust to dust fade to black Heavy rings on fingers wave Another

At the home game, we'd rock That small town fame in the parking lot All the pretty girls yelling go Big Blue Best part never made the front page news Stain on my lips from cowboy red And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah Gone in a flash, the times

(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame And I steady try to tell em that it

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And