Fame Junior - All Night (prod Kimosabe/Sixfo) lyrics

The song is loosely based on the Greek Myth Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun and melted his wings VERSE 1: Fame Junior It's the rocky o' the year, I ain't here to play like a substitute It's the Island of the Crete, I'm Icarus.. peep my resume Thinking' how come i ain't made it yet? was it hard to remember Fame? Ooohhh man what a shame, damn... might have to res-success and make 'em remember the name Ain't no way me and ma n.ggas gonna lose You best ride my wave like a boat cruise Pa** the pain, we tend to strive or that's just how it seems to beginners No Tibz's co-sign nor Jabba's handouts, came a long way from Sunday sinners Now we scoop your girl and bust out the club, holding the jokers card... billy Bellamy/its fifty shades of ecstasy Never been afraid of the sh.t they might pull out the closet The truth is unspoken, this life is a token Ohh can I. relapse.. read-back/back when the dream was broken? Its a couple o' broads, you gotta tap one. its a couple of millions, you've got to stack some All I need is the crown, and i'll soon own it I don't do Jimi Hendrix, this is a natural high Dropping addictive jams, this is coke line raps Hand shakes from fakes, i give 'em light love... hand dabs I'm forever inspired, i hardly get tired Every short is a home-run, the victory is daily required CHORUS X1 VERSE 2: Fame Junior Saying a n***a don't run this sh**? you better put down that nyaope Saying a king done reached his peak? i'm still caking off of low-fees The only n***a with a crown is Ca**per, but tell him not to pa** it, it way too soon The young kings on a come up with a vengeance, got 'em way too shook (Ad-lib) I'm on top of my raps like an ad-lib Fixing my lines like an addict Tyrina match up my highs and my lows, balancing school with this rap sh** On my Helen Zille swag, might give her the ''D'' if she f** with the ''A'' Team Cause I'm A-list, even told ma n***as we might eat with this rap sh** The future looks gorgeous, the flow's obnoxious... bossed up and did it all on ma own I gotta be cautious, I'm Monalisa with portraits... I'm charged up and back on ma zone The sky is the limit, but you'd swear its 420 how we fly so high BRIDGE (singing) I 'on even do interviews, couldn't careless about fame Tryina make sure ma n***as get paid/tryina make sure ma momma's straight My girl said proceed with cautions Cause these b.tches be broke and be crazy These b.tches be broke and be lazy CHORUS X2 VERSE 3: Fame Junior sh** got me feeling' like I've been on a waiting list for a decade You'd swear I'm on 'E' how I gas these records We was just chasing the change, now bad b.tches changing for me They still can't one up me,drag n***as on the floor/put cuban links on a h.e/tryina cope 10 whips in a row/you can't predict we was poor I'm never the one to be insecure, i put my flaws on front sit Tryina break 'bread' with my n.ggas/tell 'em i got the 'juice' I might dej-'loaf'/just in-case they comfortable trying us You n.ggas is new here, I'm Nuclear... bomb threat its a doomsday And let your broad catch me when i fall back like a bookay I'm way-way up it ain't even Tuesday