Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fame, artist - B.o.B.
Date of issue: 26.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fame |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Hey hey do you wanna be famous |
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is |
Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' |
They wanna taste that |
Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame |
Famous, everybody wanna be famous |
Most people wanna just taste it |
Other people trynna just sneak in the VIP and chill with the big faces |
They don’t really see them changes, when the fame hits |
When I’m up on the stage they sing it as soon as I step up they hate it |
And I’m saying I really ain’t with that complaining just look at the picture |
I’m painting |
Yeah I pay my rent, vacation then |
Take trips all around the equator then |
Come back to the A hit the stage again |
Then I go up in that booth where they caged me in |
Feel regular but then I go insane again |
If you witness the condition that my brain is in |
You would see I’m in hell where Satan is |
Hardest thing to do is maintain a friend |
Cause everybody tryna get paid from me |
But fuck it, this the entertainment biz |
So let the games begin, I mean let the flames begin |
Hey, I’m just trained in this |
A lot of everybody didn’t get paid from it |
I’m famous |
Hey hey do you wanna be famous |
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is |
Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' |
They wanna taste that |
Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame |
Popular, everybody wanna be popular |
Little kids just be watchin' us through binoculars |
And then they go to school and copy us |
But hey I’m not knockin' y’all |
But how can y’all not see it’s obvious |
Cause cops just be plottin on us |
When the paparazzi be spottin' us |
Cause everybody just wanna be on MTV or BET, yo |
Maybe sees an MVP or maybe even just poppin' the queen |
But everybody can’t be a G, O to the D |
And everybody can’t B, O to the B |
But I don’t know maybe this is just how it’s supposed to be |
But this is what’ll happen to y’all |
You know crazy and beat up trucks |
The tabloids sayin' that you’re hooked on drugs |
You cutting up your face then sew it back up |
But look it’s plain to see |
Ain’t nothing in this game gone be changing me |
Imma always B, O to the B me me |
I’m famous |
Hey hey do you wanna be famous |
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is |
Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' |
They wanna taste that |
Fame fame fame fame fame |
Everywhere you go they just wanna be stars |
Everyone you know wanna drive a fancy car |
Everyone you know want you to buy at the bar |
They wanna taste that fame fame fame fame (everywhere we go, everywhere we go |
now) |
Hey hey do you wanna be famous |
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is |
Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' |
They wanna taste that |
Fame fame fame fame fame |
Hey hey do you wanna be famous |
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is |
Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' |
They wanna taste that |
Fame fame fame fame fame |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Hell Squad On Deck |
Fame fame fame fame fame |