| Welcome to your name in lights
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| All the lighters in the sky (yeah)
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| You must be famous
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| This is how you live your life, different city every night (yeah)
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| You must be famous, famous
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| I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice
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| People point at me, say, "Oh my God"
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| They got a point
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| Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind
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| It's mind-blowing
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| And gold diggers dig until they, find oil
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| And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't
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| I ruined relationships before my image but
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| All I ever wanted was everybody's attention
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| 'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em
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| Probably thought that my career, be short and sweet
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| Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach
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| And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam
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| And you can't spell fame, without me
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| And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
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| Like, "Thank God. Fuck fame and thank me"
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| 'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam
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| I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
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| I'ma be on the TV, mama
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| Welcome to your name in lights (woo!)
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| All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous)
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| You must be famous (yeah, oh my God I must be famous)
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| This is how you live your life (yeah)
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| Different city every night (I must be famous)
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| You must be famous, famous
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| Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous
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| Message to my lawyer: "Don't let me make these bitches famous"
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| You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous
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| Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard
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| And pray death is quick and painless
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| Livin' in the spotlight, twistin' life up when it's blinking
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| I'm never alone
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| I got my demons and my angels
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| Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers
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| Relatives; |
| ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener
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| And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle
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| I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina
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| Never question myself, unless I ask, "Am I dreamin'?"
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| The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas
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| Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's
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| They told me time would tell
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| I told time to kiss my ass
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| And I heard, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?"
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| Flash! |
| I must be famous
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| Welcome to your name in lights (yeah!)
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| All the lighters in the sky (you must be famous)
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| You must be famous (I'ma be on the TV mama!)
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| This is how you live your life (yeah, yeah)
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| Different city every night (oh my God, I must be famous)
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| You must be famous, famous
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| You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet
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| You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach
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| And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep
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| And you can't spell fame, without me
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| And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
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| Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me"
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| 'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam
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| I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
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| I'ma be on the TV, mama
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| Welcome to your name in lights
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| All the lighters in the sky (oh my God, I must be famous)
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| You must be famous (oh my God, I must be famous)
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| This is how you live your life
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| Different city every night (oh my God, I must be famous)
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| You must be famous, famous
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| I'ma be on the TV, mama
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| Kiss my motherfuckin' ass |