Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Center Of Attention , by - Wale. Release date: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Center Of Attention |
| I call a spade a spade |
| What you want me to say |
| Say I’m destined for fame, well I am very afraid |
| Do you know what fame is? |
| If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous |
| Everybody finger point in your direction |
| Everybody seems to misread every sentence |
| Better or worse, the center of attention |
| Gift and a curse, the center of attention |
| See I wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe |
| You see the devil is alive but he work slow |
| And yea I should’ve seen the signs by my first quote |
| Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke |
| And true I’ve seen better times cause I’m getting dough |
| But my vision has inclined to some Interscope, and its home |
| This country has an obsession with celebrity |
| But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything |
| From B’s wedding ring, to beef meddling |
| Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe |
| We all make mistakes, why you wanna make an issue? |
| If I don’t diss another nigga you dont get that issue |
| I don’t really get you, see what the problem is |
| Keeping up with Khloe and Kim, not the Obamas is |
| You tryna find where Rihanna is |
| To be honest you ain’t minding where Osama is |
| And its not a big deal, its a small affair |
| Fuck Barack’s change, we’d rather talk Milian’s hair |
| And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright |
| Just tell us where all the stars is |
| I call a spade a spade |
| What you want me to say |
| Say I’m destined for fame, well I am very afraid |
| Do you know what fame is? |
| If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous |
| Everybody finger point in your direction |
| Everybody seems to misread every sentence |
| Better or worse, the center of attention |
| Gift and a curse, the center of attention |
| Nah, I wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy |
| Paparazzi like a life time sentencing |
| No comma, no pause, no anything |
| Just know fame has a price, lose everything |
| DC has never seen such progress |
| So bitches on the scene seem quite stalkish |
| They like talking, its like gossip |
| How little hugs can turn to draws offered |
| Though uncalled for, they gon drop them |
| And your girl’s cousins tryna get her other options |
| And now your best friend’s having kids |
| They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet |
| Don’t let me talk about the deal ones |
| Mommy found out I’m paying everybody bills |
| Big said it, more money more ills |
| So I spend it real fast, cause I’m tryna sit and chill |
| A lil, signed, sealed, delivered |
| Before a nigga signed I had a healthier liver |
| Shit, now my lips liquor-ish |
| As my record label nitpicks at this |
| I call a spade a spade |
| What you want me to say |
| Say I’m destined for fame, well I am very afraid |
| Do you know what fame is? |
| If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous |
| Everybody finger point in your direction |
| Everybody seems to misread every sentence |
| Better or worse, the center of attention |
| Gift and a curse, the center of attention |