| 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 |