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• Artiste: Tom MacDonald
• Titre: Fame
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When I die bury me in all my chains So I look fly when I see my opps again I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame Came a long way since Crenshaw Only whiteboy on the damn block Every single day someone get shot Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops Internet buzz turned full blown fame Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game 30 something number ones, everybody know my name I ain't gon' lie, shit's strange Hollywood homies are cool but they different They so obsessed with their brand and their image I keep that shit at a comfortable distance Fuck the whole industry, been independent Everywhere I look I see me Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV I'm bored of the buzz, I've had more than enough And performing in public ain't my cup of tea Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters They fake it to make it, they're chasing checks The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves and when they don't make paper they're laid to rest They lie to your face and there ain't no escapin' Your name on the line till the day you're dead I'm praying for safety, if one day they take me, the day I'm erased I got one request When I die bury me in all my chains So I look fly when I see my opps again I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame We're the same, fuck fame Funny how the money makes so much change Money, change, get it? Used to dream about sittin' in a Range with a bad bitch saw on a IG picture Game's all fiction, look in the mirror, my face go missin' Kurt Cobain myself, that gun go bang Better fill my prescription, this shit different Look at how I made it far Dreams come true or break your heart Leave you faded in the dark Bitch, it was cold, I slept in cars, on the couch in the garage I made it out, you hatin', huh? I didn't set the standard motherfucker, I just raised the bar It's a damn shame what the rap game 'bout Best friends stab you in the back just to get some clout Can't make it own they own so they got they hand out, man down Bet he ran out back to his damn house No damage, fuck you amateurs, you're at a disadvantage I'm a star so when I die bury me on a different planet When I die bury me in all my chains So I look fly when I see my opps again I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain I'm just a guy, I'm different, fuck 'bout fame