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Fame, fame, fameI think it's got me goin' crazyOhhhohhhI get lost in this game, game, gameI'm gettin' tired of all you naysayersOhhhohhhKeep speaking my name, name, nameYou gon' have reason to hate meYeahhhheahhhIt's like. you. don't. want. me to winSo. this. time. i'm goin' in!This the life of a rockerGave ya minds a vodkaHoppin' off of the club's balconyInto the crowd, surfin'And when they drop me, i'm randomly sockin' fansAnd when my interviews in hockey masks,Slap the journalists on they assI'm high off speed,Drivin' my car at high speedPocket full of weed, while lesbians swallow eI'm in the studio, envyMy h & m, gon' call for meCause i fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a weekSo let's (???) all up in my headGet 'em back ungrateful deadBustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bedI'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this decemberJust ask me why i did it, well fuck it i can't rememberFame, fame, fameI think it's got me goin' crazyOhhhohhhI get lost in this game, game, gameI'm gettin' tired of all you naysayersOhhhohhhKeep speaking my name, name, nameYou gon' have reason to hate meYeahhhheahhhIt's like. you. don't. want. me to winSo. this. time. i'm goin' in!Some boys are wyllinDrinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's islandHand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fanLittle cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zooMan you, better be conscious, i'm backstageLivin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautiousWe're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since i've sleptMy dick is sore from fuckin', when i bust there's nothin' leftJust dust, back on the stage, give me my microphoneScrappin' with the audience as we perform hypersongOur label presented us with a plaqueBrought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats,stanksNow which one of you bitches down for the causeYeah i said my dick is sore but i ain't say shit about my ballsI asked (last call) then we off to the next city, yeahWhatever i didn't drink, all my rider bag it up and take the rest with meFame, fame, fameI think it's got me goin' crazyOhhhohhhI get lost in this game, game, gameI'm gettin' tired of all you naysayersOhhhohhhKeep speaking my name, name, nameYou gon' have reason to hate meYeahhhheahhhIt's like. you. don't. want. me to winSo. this. time. i'm goin' in!Yeah this game has got me goin' crazyFuck it, i am crazyWhat's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think i'd be if i was glueWe lost proof, he was our crew's glueBut where was you, when we were fallin' apartYou were sittin on us tooBut no one but us knew we were beefin'Cause that's what happens when you beef with crewIt stays in the crew, cause it's just crewBut we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grewOnly thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!And we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts toPussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck youAhh choo!Bless you! i'm allergic to pussy, sluts tooYeah, you think you the shit, till we flush youHave some bullshit to readjustTo now there are just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just dueSo rest in peace to bugz and proofThis one's for you homies, we love youBut we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...Fame, fame, fameI think it's got me goin' crazyOhhhohhhI get lost in this game, game, gameI'm gettin' tired of all you naysayersOhhhohhhKeep speaking my name, name, nameYou gon' have reason to hate meYeahhhheahhhIt's like. you. don't. want. me to winSo. this. time. i'm goin' in
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