The only reason I want fame is because I am jealous
My baby girl has had a past with a bunch of very famous fellas
Have you ever hated someone on a billboard in the city?
I could only focus on them whenever she was walkin' with me
'Cause she was with me
I wanna be the one that sign in signatures
My confidence needs that crutch when I'm with her
I wanna be doin' interviews about myself
I figured out a long time ago that I need help
My baby girl has had a past with a bunch of very famous fellas
Have you ever hated someone on a billboard in the city?
I could only focus on them whenever she was walkin' with me
'Cause she was with me
I wanna be the one that sign in signatures
My confidence needs that crutch when I'm with her
I wanna be doin' interviews about myself
I figured out a long time ago that I need help
But I know that she don't
Care about this type of shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you, ooh
I will standstill
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way
Care about this type of shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you, ooh
I will standstill
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
My relationship's on the toxic side if you can't tell (I bet you can)
The last two months of my life has been a little piece of hell (I'm burnin', man)
I don't think I'll ever tell myself that I might be enough (I might not be enough)
My girl tells me that I'm the one but those three words I never trust
Oh, I never trust
I wanna be on an LCD in NYC (In NYC)
I wonder if my dreams are really what they seem (Are what they seem)
'Cause every step I take towards the public eye (The public eye)
I see a little piece of my little baby die
The last two months of my life has been a little piece of hell (I'm burnin', man)
I don't think I'll ever tell myself that I might be enough (I might not be enough)
My girl tells me that I'm the one but those three words I never trust
Oh, I never trust
I wanna be on an LCD in NYC (In NYC)
I wonder if my dreams are really what they seem (Are what they seem)
'Cause every step I take towards the public eye (The public eye)
I see a little piece of my little baby die
But I know that she don't
Care about this type of shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you, ooh
I will standstill
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way
Care about this type of shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you, ooh
I will standstill
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
TV
- Real World
- Solamente
- Drugs
- We Would Have Some Cute K..
- Stuck in the Middle
- BAD BAD News
- Something to Cry About
- Fake Prophet
- I Deserve 2 B Alone
- Feeling This Bad Never Fe..
- Happy Til It Hurts
- Momma Told Me Imma Be
- A-O-K
Tai Verdes texty
- 1. A-O-K
- 2. LAst dAy oN EaRTh
- 3. how deep?
- 4. Drugs
- 5. Stuck in the Middle
- 6. Feeling This Bad Never Fe..
- 7. Solamente
- 8. Something to Cry About
- 9. Real World
- 10. I Deserve 2 B Alone