Fame

(album: Master Of My Make-Believe - 2012)

We ain't got no name. No, we ain't got no name.
We're rough I understand 'cause there's status here to claim.
Want it in my hand. Don't want it in my head.
Searching for a win and a battle's on the way.

Hustle make you high, high! Hustle make you low.
Say I want, say I want.
What I want don't ever know
Hustle make you high, high! Hustle make you low.
All or none. All or none.
All I got won't make it go

All we wasted
All to gain
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)

Are you saying
We're all the same
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame

We don't got no shame
No we don't got no shame
Aim up we got a plan
Say we never play their game
Keep our hands in the sand
So our hearts can't be mislead
We're herded through their lane
Holding close to what we said

Hustle make you high, high! Hustle get you low.
Here it come. Hold it tight. Somehow we still let it go.
Hustle make you high, high! Hustle get you low.
Not a one
Not a one
Maybe just a little though

All we wasted
All to gain
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)

Are you saying
We're all the same
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame

All we really want
The same you and I
Down low
Oh, we really want the fame fame

All we really want
The same you and I
How low, low
Are we gon' go
For fame fame

All we wasted
All to gain
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)

Are you saying
We're all the same
(we all want it)
We all want the fame
(we all want it)
We all want the fame