Fame (The Game)

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Lyrics

You're fabulous
 Fantastic
 Now we have all the right property
 Fame makes a fool out of anyone
 Fame takes you back to the golden childhood
 Fame makes you think that you're having fun
 Fame the game
 Turn your mobile on
 Get off into the limousine
 To the early morning show
 Everyday routine
 Make up fake up get a manicure
 Five minute autographs, grab a picture, yes or no
 All the same answers to the same questions
 Create a scandal with your reaction
 What's that you say
 Take it or leave it
 Paparazzi wanna see you bleeding
 Fame makes a fool out of anyone
 Fame takes you back to the golden childhood
 Fame makes you think that you're having fun
 Fame the game
 Late suit days, hair extensions
 Botox faux false interventions
 Nude job, boob job, all nouveau
 It ain't what, but who you know
 Uncalled perjury, cosmetic surgery
 Dirty secrets frame your glory
 It'll get the cover story
 Fame makes a fool out of anyone
 Fame takes you back to the golden childhood
 Fame makes you think that you're having fun
 Fame the game
 Everybody wanna be a star
 It's all about who they think you are
 Pulling up in a crazy car
 The front door is your garage
 Everywhere en entourage
 Play like you've been living large
 Someone got your credit cards
 Lend me your blah blah blah
 Be careful
 Be careful what you wish for
 Since I was a child of three
 I'd watch old movies on the silver screen
 Kate Bette and Marilyn were the reigning queens
 (do you wanna be a star?)
 I know if I can make it out
 Out of this sleepy town then I could go real far
 I could I'd really work so hard
 And I could do it and do it and do it 'til I become a star
 Fame makes a fool out of anyone
 Fame takes you back to the golden childhood
 Fame makes you think that you're having fun
 Fame the game
 Miami, London, Paris in a week
 Lying in private, catching up sleep
 Celebrity parties, politic profits
 Rock'n' roll bullyboys walk the red carpet
 Getting in VIP through the velvet rope
 Shake hands, photograph and you gotta go
 Little black book pools with the CEO
 Smile and tell'em what they wanna know
 And tell'em what they wanna know
 Be careful
 Be careful what you wish for
 Fame makes a fool out of anyone
 Fame takes you back to the golden childhood
 Fame makes you think that you're having fun
 Fame the game
 Everybody wanna be a star
 It's all about who they think you are
 Pulling up in a crazy car
 The front door is your garage
 Everywhere an entourage
 Play like you've been living large
 Someone got your credit cards
 Lend me your blah blah blah
 You're fabulous! Fantastic!

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Song Details

Duration
04:03
Key
5
Tempo
117 BPM

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