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Claire De Lune

Think About It

 

Think About It

(album: New Lion - 2012)


You started out with stars in your eyes
Big goals, big plans, said you were gonna make the big time
Got a little taste of fame
It intoxicates, blurs your vision babe
Start to feel like a bigshot when the whole room knows your name
Now, you veer off from the path
start to lose track of the vision you had
Sat back, relaxed, got comfortable too fast
Ain't it sad?
Ain't it a damn shame?
You can point fingers all you like
but in the end, baby, who's to blame?

[Chorus:]
It didn't go the way you planned
You turned your head
and it slipped right out your hands
And it isn't like
all the blame's on you
it ain't ever easy, but I don't understand why you're so confused
Why don't you think about it?

[Freez:]
Yeah they pointing the finger
but they don't know the struggle
of an artist
playing the hardest
and always on the hustle
Easy to lose track
of the haters
when the hoes all love you
Trouble be the follow through
cause you know they judge you
Couple lines for the stress
Like Willie Dynamite
Eyes dialted, right?
So he ain't tryna write
The kinda life you live when you always up in that limey light
The price is right for dropping a verse
and your shit is kinda tight
Blinded by the lights
and the snakes who would shake his hand
Shared a piff
Experiment with meth
I guess he breakin bad
Thought he would break a song
A & R say it ain't as half
as banging as the flavor he used to have
when he made a track
Start to doubt himself
Without the wealth
The major cats
He blaming that shit on
Ain't the ones who should take the wrap
Face the facts
son you blew it with drug abusin
Say it's everybody's fault
Who the fuck you foolin?

[Chorus]

Tried to play the game
But you lost your way
I guess you're the one
getting played
When they all go home
And you're all alone
Tell me, where's the microphone?

[Chorus]

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