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Fame.
It strikes those who are young and have a dream,
where they get fantasize about the glamorous life and having alot of cream.
A creative mind,
and ideas that are divine.
A dream of cameras, flashing lights and fans!
But ask yourself, "How am I gonna get there man?"
Are you dance you way,
to the stage on Broadway?
Is your singing that good,
to get your ass in Hollywood?
Maybe you have a knack for acting,
you make to Silver-screen and get others clapping.
Or possibly you have a rocking body,
quick strike a pose for the paparazzi!
Whatever your skill may be there's always competition,
everyone fighting for the pedestal of recognition.
Just to make to sure that they have all the lime light,
and they alone will allow a select few as well to shine bright.
Your name on bill boards, Playing the lead role in movies,
resting in plush hotels, your brand showed on every TV.
You've got it all now, you definitely have it made.
You've got the money, the reputation and the fame.
You're in the fast lane, life is now amazing.
You either did it alone or with a team, and you decide to get crazy.
Clubbin and popping bottles, fucking all the hot models,
getting hammered and swallowing meds.
Now your set to repeat the cycle.
You're full of it,
no need for improvement.
You got the formula, but for how long?
Oh never mind, you're too focused on getting thongs.
Wait until the next protege comes in and steals the show.
In matter of time you'll lose your glow.
You'll be washed up, old news.
There's nothing special about you.
Only one thing to do, drown in your own sorrow.
And continuing this lifestyle will only make you wallow.
You mope and wonder "How did this happen to me?"
You should've made another masterpiece
Fame.
How are you gonna make a comeback?
Show up the protege and make them look like a lame brat?
Maybe you fit the part for a certain movie.
It gets a ton of awards and you score a Oscar or a Emmy.
hey look at you now, you've got all the prestige.
But still your life feels incomplete.
It's like there's nothing to feel void,
you've shined so bright yet you've lost all of your joy.
You're just a former shell, once again nothing to you.
You're so transparent the world can see through you.
Fame.
Is it really all it's cracked up to be?
eating 5 star meals and being in the hot seat?
Meet and greets, and flashing lights?
Working with other celebs to reach new heights?
Is the worlds cheers really all you need?
Signing autographs when you're put on the scene?
Celeb beef, scandals, shit that can leave you in shambles.
How y'all go through it, I'll never know.
Because I'm not in starring in the shows,
nor do I have a clothing line and a cash flow.
Fame.
It can bring anyone to their knees.
But what will you do to obtain the thing?
If I were to achieve fame,
there's one thing I'd make sure to claim.
That's to be my true self,
always stay the same.
Living in the fast lane is either extravagant or dangerous,
that is what means to be Famous.
Realmind.

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Fame.
It strikes those who are young and have a dream,
where they get fantasize about the glamorous life and having alot of cream.
A creative mind,
and ideas that are divine.
A dream of cameras, flashing lights and fans!
But ask yourself, "How am I gonna get there man?"
Are you dance you way,
to the stage on Broadway?
Is your singing that good,
to get your ass in Hollywood?
Maybe you have a knack for acting,
you make to Silver-screen and get others clapping.
Or possibly you have a rocking body,
quick strike a pose for the paparazzi!
Whatever your skill may be there's always competition,
everyone fighting for the pedestal of recognition.
Just to make to sure that they have all the lime light,
and they alone will allow a select few as well to shine bright.
Your name on bill boards, Playing the lead role in movies,
resting in plush hotels, your brand showed on every TV.
You've got it all now, you definitely have it made.
You've got the money, the reputation and the fame.
You're in the fast lane, life is now amazing.
You either did it alone or with a team, and you decide to get crazy.
Clubbin and popping bottles, fucking all the hot models,
getting hammered and swallowing meds.
Now your set to repeat the cycle.
You're full of it,
no need for improvement.
You got the formula, but for how long?
Oh never mind, you're too focused on getting thongs.
Wait until the next protege comes in and steals the show.
In matter of time you'll lose your glow.
You'll be washed up, old news.
There's nothing special about you.
Only one thing to do, drown in your own sorrow.
And continuing this lifestyle will only make you wallow.
You mope and wonder "How did this happen to me?"
You should've made another masterpiece
Fame.
How are you gonna make a comeback?
Show up the protege and make them look like a lame brat?
Maybe you fit the part for a certain movie.
It gets a ton of awards and you score a Oscar or a Emmy.
hey look at you now, you've got all the prestige.
But still your life feels incomplete.
It's like there's nothing to feel void,
you've shined so bright yet you've lost all of your joy.
You're just a former shell, once again nothing to you.
You're so transparent the world can see through you.
Fame.
Is it really all it's cracked up to be?
eating 5 star meals and being in the hot seat?
Meet and greets, and flashing lights?
Working with other celebs to reach new heights?
Is the worlds cheers really all you need?
Signing autographs when you're put on the scene?
Celeb beef, scandals, shit that can leave you in shambles.
How y'all go through it, I'll never know.
Because I'm not in starring in the shows,
nor do I have a clothing line and a cash flow.
Fame.
It can bring anyone to their knees.
But what will you do to obtain the thing?
If I were to achieve fame,
there's one thing I'd make sure to claim.
That's to be my true self,
always stay the same.
Living in the fast lane is either extravagant or dangerous,
that is what means to be Famous.
Realmind.