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15 min of fame can turn to 15 min of shame |
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15 min of lame if your not careful man |
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I agree with Jay Z no maybes or might be's |
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Fame is the worst drug known to man |
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Geeked on the spotlight even if it's not right |
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Loving the limelight they can't resist |
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The addiction of fame's intoxicating the brain |
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Leaving the masses as has beens mad and pissed |
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Got no love from Mommy and Dad you never knew |
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Just 14 when you ran away and got your 1st tattoo |
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Now you think if you could just become a famous superstar |
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That the pain you feel would go away and you could hide from who you are |
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I never bought it |
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I don't believe it |
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You've lost your mind |
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You best retrieve it |
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Start the clock...Tick Tock |
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Hurry up...Tick Tock |
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Ride that painted pony |
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Let the spinnin' wheel burn |
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What the hell have we become |
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Desensitized and growing up numb |
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You'd do anything for them to know your name |
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Now you've sold your soul for your 15 minutes of fame |
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Those who achieve it just can't believe it |
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They look to extend that 1-5 high |
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And without notice they finally notice |
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Their 15 min has said goodbye |
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Drained and strained from emotional pain |
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Snatching years off your life that you'll never reclaim |
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It wooed you and screwed you |
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Exploited and used you |
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Now it doesn't look as good as it once used to |
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17 with a baby, selling drugs to make the rent |
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And the echoes of what might have been are still ringing in your head |
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Now you think if you could just become a famous superstar |
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That the pain you feel would go away and you could hide from who you are |
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Drowning and clowning and wondering why |
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Your limit wasn't close to the sky |
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Can't release the fame so you're living a lie |
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Can't except the truth your time has passed you by |
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So you deny and rely on what once was |
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Back when you had a buzz |
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No more autographs no more groupie love |
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Your 15 minutes gone now you're just a scrub |
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21 and all alone because the State they took your baby |
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So you packed up and moved to Hollywood on the chance that just maybe |
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Now you think if you could just become a famous superstar |
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That the pain you feel would go away and you could hide from who you are |
