Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame
for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame
and found That morals can't take you up to the top your standards pull you down Was it worth it what I gave away For five minutes of fame Minutes
и для бодрости Жалеем о годах на высокой скорости Горят как звезды лучшие, О них слагают повести А что успеем мы на высокой скорости Куплет 3 Fame
Fame: Небо, мне бы ее позабыть, Но звездами небо не плачет, Лето, что позади, Очень хочется заново начать. Небо, мне бы ее позабыть, Но звездами небо
DMX] What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM) What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible (uhh) "More money, more problems" -- well the fame
Fame and fortune how empty they can be But when I hold you in my arms That's heaven to me Who cares for fame and fortune They're only passing things But
I'm a preacher sweating in the pews For the salvation I'm bringing you I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans And myself making demands
А я сажусь в Вагон и покидаю Вавилон. И растворился сон, а голова как паролон. Сердечный метроном стучит колесам в унисон. Оааааа..... И ветром унесен
Countless hours of learning more Countless hours of knowing less Can't look behind you You have to look ahead. So many doubts running through your mind
see me and cry. [FAME] I'm gonna make it to heaven. Light up the sky like a flame. [FAME] I'm gonna live forever. Baby, Remember my name. [REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMEMBER] FAME
taste Nothing but the best for you All your little fits and starts Crumbs that satiate Urban legend drama Only serves to feed our fame Feed our fame
famous Fame Doin’ it for the Fame Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune Fame fame baby The fame fame We live for the fame fame baby The fame fame
cocaine I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce And I'm howling at the moon Is my happening to deafening For you? For you? It's maybe The Fame It'
nothing's behind her anymore Her quest for fame has left her nothing short of a fanatic For the chance to be the one that we adore Fame's what she's
fame.. makes a man take things over fame.. let's him loose.. hard to swallow fame.. puts you there where things are hollow fame fame.. it's not your
Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10
You've gotta a lotta lotta nerve Coming here when I'm still with him And I can't have you, it isn't fair Born March of '86, my birthday's coming And
