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Future Celebrity
03:49
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Your boy been fly since his very first second on earth
Guess that's why I keep referrin to myself in the third person
I get so high I can't remember the words
to the verse that I wrote, oh right, I don't write nothin
Now everywhere I go they be like "look at that dogg!
so much swag he could put it to a pussycat doll"
I just give a little cat call, put her on the catwalk
Loosen up her buttons it ain't nothin to a rap star
and they're sayin I'ma mess up my album
if I can't stop my obsession with how to
get to hollywood get the respect and the power
How else am I supposed to get with Jessica Alba?
Or Kristin Cavalieri, Halle Berry, Eva Mendez
Take'em all back to school, teach'em sex ed
tell'em they gon' have to prove who got the best head
she gon' be my half of two until my deathbed
NO I CAN'T BE STOPPED
I GOT 15 MINUTES OF FAME AND YOU WON'T TAKE'EM AWAY
NO I CAN'T BE STOPPED
I GOT 15 MINUTES OF FAME AND YOU WON'T TAKE'EM AWAY
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I CAN'T BE SAVED...CUZ I'M A FUTURE CELEBRITY
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I WON'T BE SAVED
CUZ I'M A FUTURE CELEBRITY
Well I just got my apartment covered in red carpet
I'm feeling like I'm a star whenever I walk across it
I could be a star sleepin on a park bench
I could be a star if I was eatin from the garbage
Catch me at the bar I'm probly leavin with your daughter
She goes to my apartment -- she ain't leavin til tomorrow
see me when I rock, call it Jesus on the water
cuz they can't believe what they're seein in my aura
born to me a star -- born with a big head
down to get married to some model I just met
down to get divorced before three, and the next day
get even more fame by releasing the sex tape
I don't give a damn what the priests or the press say
As long as everybody cop my CD and press play
until I've been banned in every one of the red states
then I'ma keep doing my thing (Cuz I'm a future celebrity)
NO I CAN'T BE STOPPED…
The paparazzi wanna watch me gettin my coffee from starbucks
You think I'll be caring at all when I’m getting the star bucks?
I can’t stop baby, I’m about my grind
So much money my accountant can’t count that high
I’m talkin money that'll cop the crib on an Ibiza beach
I'm flyin in first class, never the cheaper seats
I stopped goin to church—I’m letting my Visa preach
so even my Jesus piece is wearing a Jesus piece
forgive me, Lord, I'm livin on easy street
I got America’s Top Model tellin me she’s a freak
I got vegan girls treating me like a piece of meat
and everything I ever wanted better believe it’s free
so yes that is a brand new car, don’t even breath on it
until I (I..I...I…)
THROW SOME D’S ON IT
I know you're hatin you should let it be
K-Nice remember the name (cuz I'm a future celebrity)
NO I CAN'T BE STOPPED
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Crazy
05:48
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Can’t talk about the money no more – it ain’t comin in
label’s don’t give it up, I think they’re Republican
they blame it on the downloadin
but on the down low I think they’re goin down with their mouths open
“yes homo”, the best promo goes to the brown nosers
well I refuse to take part in that
hip hop’s dead, my ma’s about to have a Cardiac
my little sister’s runnin ‘round screamin “where the party at?”
and she don’t even know where the Party at—
down on K street putting money through the laundromat
nah I can’t say that—no politics
even with Obama in, still got a lotta ish
that we ain’t doin nothing bout—I ain’t on the frontline
I bought a Vote Or Die shirt one time,
I wrote a couple George Bush punchlines.
But I apologize—I’m such a hypocrite
we ain’t picketin’
they do it for us
we’re getting fat eatin Threat Level Oranges
but my point is I’m tryin to stop frontin
on my Seinfeld shh, so we talk about nothing
I’M GOIN CRAZY
TRYIN TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY
WHEN NOTHING’S OK
I THINK WE’VE ALL GONE CRAZY
SAVE ME
BEFORE WE ALL START TO SOUND THE SAME
BEFORE WE ALL START TO PLAY THE GAME
WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS:
YOU CAN’T SAY THAT,
CAN’T TALK ABOUT THAT,
SO WE TALK ABOUT NOTHING
Can’t talk about cars with these gas prices
no songs about cars: that’s a rap crisis
if you say you can’t afford it, lose your rap license
and picture me writing a song about a black hybrid
I am so sick of people sayin that they’re goin green
sounds like a bunch of people saying “notice me!”
OK I notice you, you got my respect--
drive around in a Prius and fly a private jet?
well I guess it’s all a ruse, huh?
ya’ll got me wantin to increase my pollution
here the truth comes:
know what they say about a big carbon footprint—
huge junk.
yeah I know it sounds screwed up
but you can say anything if it’s SCREWED UP
I do me I ain’t doin what the group does
I see the bridge,
you jump
ma your baby just grew up
I don’t even eat no more, I do lunch
one thing I ain’t doin that’s frontin
on my Seinfeld shhhh, so we talk about nothing
I’M GOIN CRAZY…
I can’t talk about my problems no more we all got’em now
Main Street’s suffering, Wall Street’s bottomed out
they blame it on the Dow Jones
we don’t care who to blame we’re getting kicked out of our households
basically, we’re drowning with our mouths open
and they’re telling us to keep our mouths shut
my account’s frozen, but we ain’t mad at our luck
as long as no one on the corner got SWAGGER LIKE US
but, gotta watch what we say they could be listening
[like who?] the CIA is on a mission and
[who else?] kids these days, they’re so inquisitive
[so what?] so for a while we were whisperin
like wait til you see my shhhhh
but all of that sounds like shhhh
we had enough of that
they wanna dissect the lines like a running back--
well is it any wonder that I’m goin crazy?
I’M GOIN CRAZY…
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3. |
Smile for the Cameras
03:06
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SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS
You can’t imagine what I’m feelin like
I mean if this is hard work – what an easy life
soon as I get on stage, they start screamin like
there’s a war going on over where I sleep tonight
but you gotta know they don’t intend on sleepin right
just in case my mom is listening I’m trying to be polite
you ever seen so many women trying to be the wife?
I’m used to hearing I’m the ish, now I believe the hype
so I’m standin in the mirror doin interviews
like, “whatcha think of me dog? cuz I am into you!”
and that’s only on the days I’m being cynical
If I was anyone other than me I would be miserable
you’re thinking that you shouldn’t take it literal
but I meant every single word, every syllable
I am a star in my own sky
take my picture if you don’t mind, or just flash me
I JUST SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS
I JUST SMILE FOR THE FOR THE CAMERAS
COME ON AND SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS
FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK POSE
SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS
I’M JUST SMILING THE FOR THE CAMERAS
YEAH I SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS
FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK POSE
half an army at the after party
so let’s throw that new Blackout on and see what happens shawty
your girl keeps grabbing on me—
she wanna make a baby, I don’t, but she can practice on me
but she’s talking ‘bout herself, I’m getting sick of that
I’m the only topic that I’ll talk about, you getting that?
I gotta drink, she’s like “let me get a sip of that”
nah this ain’t Patron, I filled the bottle with Aristocrat
cuz we’re ballin’ on a budget, gotta make rent
we don’t make expensive toasts here, it wastes bread
but we party like we’re made men
and take shots until the game ends, with no misses
we keep no Mrs. if they ain’t 10s
and if you aint good lookin then we ain’t friends
if you’re 23 or older than you’re an-cient
the E-Channel’s got my head messed up; you can blame them
I JUST SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS…
we got shooters all around but they’re one and a half ounces
who the heck invited him? the one in the whack outfit
if you want respect from a dime, you better dress to the nines
aren’t I wonderful at counting?
how can you’re boy be so fly
I mean, I am dunking from the free-throw line
soon as she sees what I’m wearing then she’s gonna try to leave
so you can hate on the fit the ends justify the jeans
yeah I rock like this
wear’em kinda skinny, makes my knots look big
I hope that’s not your chick
cuz she’s standing right over there taking pictures
when you look like this, they’re gonna notice you
another night, another photoshoot
first things first we got a show to do
so please pull your cameras out or just flash me
SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS…
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4. |
Soldier's Song
06:15
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Just a young dude, comfortable home
enclosed by a white picket fence
it still sits in front of the roses
growing in the garden, pretty flowers all across it
blowin in the wind, listenin to him and mom talking
late at night about God, about life,
about wrong, about right,
about how the strongest survive the fight,
make a mark before they die
so while we lie awake at night
he’d ponder why at times he cried
at the thought of dying with no purpose
earth gets cold with such feelings
and so his search began for meaning
at the moment,
he sought to act on dreams he’d been holding
dreams of being a soldier
at war for his people
they need him, he’s holding their freedom
above his own life,
he couldn’t hold tight
and in the morning he left home a soldier
TAKE MY FATE AND THROW IT TO THE WIND
TAKE MY LIFE AND THROW IT AWAY
CUZ I’M LEAVING IN THE MORNING MAMA
AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMING HOME
CUZ I’M A SOLDIER BOY NOW MAMA
AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMING HOME
His mom knew from the second he entered the draft
he’d be gone in November and never coming back
as his path unraveled, time traveled
and he battled back through black shadows
in his fallow mind a war unkind was being fought
as he tried to find the kind of war he thought was real
a war where honor feels like the only choice
the voice of God revealing heroes
the people He destined to be remembered
legends embedded forever in our hearts
but when the first shot hit the squad sergeant
in hia heart he saw we’re all easy targets
in the darkness of the human mind
where lines are drawn dividing you and I
this life is do or die for no reason
and in the line of fire there’s no freedom
TAKE MY FATE…
Months later he’s facing mayhem, guns blazing
not even God can save him but he’s praying
He doesn’t take him
he doesn’t want to see the Savior
he wants to be the bravest
wants to be praised in the pages of history
but when the shots hit he’s ripped through the kidneys
this kid sees his life flashing before his eyes
it flies past him
before he cries out he realizes he’s dying
it’s all crashing down
he’s passing out
it’s all over
he knows he’s going home in a black bag
with a flag supposed to show his mom
he’s gone for a cause
but she’s not consoled at all
she just falls to her knees
proceeds to weep
she can’t believe he’d bleed for no reason
she needs him
but he’s ceasing to breathe
and so at that moment she ceases to be
TAKE MY FATE…
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