20 April 2012
Friends, fans, artists must meet Which 1 are you which 1 is me Friends, fans, and artist must meet Which 1 are you which 1 are me
FANS God, please o please let him breath my way if he sing my song today i can be ok
See I understand the message in the song he write i was really happy for him when he won tonight
He a rebel for the struggle fightin just like me i know he down to sing at the cookout fo free i was kinda dissappointed with the song he wrote went to his website and wrote a long ass note
He done made a million dollars but he down to earth He be rockin chuck taylors and a thrift sto' shirt Signin autographs til the park was dark i know it's kinda hard when they luv ya art In the magazines they be twistin up the facts but his response was fat i like how he come back He be sangin for the world sharin all his pain When he fell up in the game he had changed
fans, friends, artist must meet Which 1 are you which 1 are me
FRIENDS Folk in da face like he aint da same still da same fool he just changed his name He don't really like to hang around wit us no mo wasn't nothin like that back in 2 thousand fo
He be fallin in the spot wit a fat ass grin now he roll a benz he don't need no friends He only really made it cuz his skin is light don't nobody really understand that shit he write
He done made a million dollars he can give us some He be havin fun shit we wanna have fun
seen him early in the morning looking bad as hell gon' be lookin really funny when his shit dont sell
airport, bouta miss a flight 4 carry-ons talkin bout "pack light" oo please o please give da king his tea i only come to da show cuz i get in free
Friends, fans, artist must meet Which 1 are you which 1 are me fans, friends, n artist must meet Which 1 are you
ARTIST folk in ma face cuz i'mma supastar Bitches hang around cuz of who i are get alotta love cuz of wut i got say they happy for me, but they really not
sell alotta records and i roll a benz fall up in the spot now i'm losin friends all i wanna do is give da world my heart record lable trynna make me compromise my art
make a million dollars, make a million mo tax time come around still be po' i wanna say wait but i'm scared to ask the world start spinnin and it's movin fast
try to stay sane it's the price of fame spendin my life trynna numb the pain i shake that load off and sing the song liberate the mind and then i gon' on home
Friends, Fans, Artists • Opuss № I