Erykah Badu - Friends, fans, and artists must meet lyrics

Friends, fans, artists must meet Which one are you, which one is me? Friends, fans, and artist must meet Which one are you, which one are me? FANS God, please, o, please let her breathe my way If she sing my song today I can be okay See I understand the message in the song she write I was really happy for her when she won tonight She a rebel for the struggle, fighting just like me I know she down to sing at the cookout for free I was kinda disappointed with the song she wrote Went to her website, wrote a long a** note She done made a million dollars, but she down to earth She be rocking Chuck Taylors and a thrift sto' purse Signing autographs 'til the park was dark I know it's kinda hard when they love your art In the magazines they be twisting up the facts But her response was fair, I like how she come back She be sanging for the world, sharing all her pain When she fell up in the game she had changed Fans, friends, artist must meet Which one are you which 1 are me FRIENDS Folk in the face like she ain't the same Still the same b**h, she just changed her name She don't really like to hang around with us no mo ' Wasn't nothing like that back in '94 She be falling in the spot with a fat aa** grin Now she roll a Benz, she don't need no friends She only really made it cause her skin is light Don't nobody really understand that sh** she write She done made a million dollars ,she can give us some She be having fun, sh** we wanna have fun Seen her early in the morning looking bad as hell Gon' be looking really funny when her sh** don't sell Airport, 'bout to miss a flight Four carry-ons talking 'bout "pack light" Oo, please, o, please give the queen her tea I only come to the show cause i get in free Friends, fans, artist must meet Which one are you which one are me? Fans, friends, and artist must meet Which 1 are you ? ARTIST Folk in my face cause I'm a supastar n***a** hang around cause of who I are Get a lot of love cause of what I got Say they happy for me, but they really not Sell a lot of records and I roll a Benz Fall up in the spot, now I'm losing friends All I wanna do is give the world my heart Record label trying to make me compromise my art Make a million dollars, make a million mo ' Tax time come around, still a n***a po' I wanna say wait, but I'm scared to ask The world start spinning and it's moving fast Try to stay sane, it's the price of fame Spending my life trying to numb the pain I shake that load off and sing the song Liberate the mind and I go on home