Fame Lyrics

This is no regular page out of my rhyme book

This is a piece of my mind took

I think I'm in love with a girl but I don't know what love is

But I get this feeling inside

The ride or die type I can trust

When I turned a blind eye I musta struck pure gold

Such a match made in heaven

We can never pretend that there's isn't a connection between us

People seen us

Like how the hell he get a girl like that

A ten outta ten, real dime like that yeah

People think I'm only in to see you naked

But honestly I'm into this to see if we can make it

I never felt needed

Usually mistreated

I prayed to God, girl I begged and pleaded

If he didn't deliver I'd understand completely

I shrug it off like it's nothing but I cry discreetly

Cause every day it seemed to be a part of me is missing

I locked myself away and I developed tunnel vision

That's when you came around and shit begin getting different

That's when you helped me realize there's a reason for me living

But I never listen (listen)

There's nothing left to do

I'm moving on, so long

It's crazy, ain't it

What we do to be famous

I can't believe I'm still around

When we want what we can't have

We're risking it all

Sacrificing what matters, it's a sin it's a shame

What we do for the fame

Why stop, why not just keep going

It's my time, just watch, I won't blow it

Till my coffins bought and buried six feet deep

You're gonna hear me speak

I'm sorry if my attitude ain't always on fleek

I'm sorry if my music gets depressing when I'm weak

I'm sorry if we're homies and haven't talken in weeks

Cause honestly I'm dying for a good night sleep

But I'm thinking bout my pops who passed away in December

It's the time of the year right now, I remember

In the hospital room crying all over my sweater

Singing Christmas carols just to help him feel better

And the doctor says I'll see him again

But how am I to know that

I ain't giving in, I don't wanna let go yet

I wanna make him the proudest grandpop in the world now dammit

So the more I damage these beats

The more emotion I put into my songs

How many more people do I gotta prove wrong

My own father don't believe in this shit

Real cruel world, thoughts of leaving this bitch like, bang

How I could end it all in a minute

Or should I stick around and see what's going on it

Then my friends walk in and the lights turn on

I think it myself, like I don't really wanna die young c'mon

But I never listen (listen)

There's nothing left to do

I'm moving on, so long

But I never listen

I wanna fly so high

My oh my