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neak - famous lyrics

[chorus: neak]
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?

[verse 1: neak]
yo, yo, what would you do to be famous
would you spill the blood of your brother no shame in it
could you, see yourself in the mirror smile at the slave, should you, do whatever for flashing lights in the maze, oh you
don’t see it coming the hatred be known
family members are a target for media thrones, crown em, with foul stories they never would own
louder, apply the pressure the family legacy gone sour
lord, though they know not what they do
newsflash every slander spoke with a fragment of truth, lies
truth, lies, overtime it’s just one in the same, and when you read about it segments of you is defamed
shame, you in prison when idolized, the man you known to become the first one is crucified, ah
it’s a devilish dinner you’ll eat the pie, ah
a long journey with life’s feelings collide
[chorus: iamtheliving]
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?

[verse 2: neak]
yo, yo, what would you do to be famous?
would you spill the blood of your sister no shame in it could you, hide the pain on the reddest carpet untamed it’s you
the heart broken on sleeves media shame issues
can you see em in they rawest form
like when aubrey has to tell us his baby was born
a celebrity undoubtedly bred to perform
so what’s real and what we see is internally torn
poker face like puff, mase, until it came to published
tmz’d the conversation comments full of rubbish and
funny how a moment can turn into mental noise and
rather get the scoop we not thinking of all his boys and
daughters true or not, every second of it is poison
live and get exposed see broken pieces avoided
till we on screen paparazzis and dreams
welcome to the fire the glory of big screens…
[chorus: iamtheliving]
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do to be famous?
what would you do on your slave ship?
what you want, want the world, the things that it came with?
what would you do to be famous?

[bridge: iamtheliving]
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
would you sell your soul to the devil?
(excerpt):
the fact that when we become famous we have these beautiful perfect lives and that nothing is ever on a note
its a bad conception, cause then people always think that you have to be this grand old person that’s just happy about life and everything because what we got money, money doesn’t make you happy
it never did, history will tell you that, and fame certainly doesn’t make you happy…

- neak lyrics

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