Public Enemy - Frankenstar lyrics

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Public Enemy - Frankenstar lyrics

We the fans Hopin they would be open Tinted gla** Behind that tinted gla** Crowd waiting in limbo Is that the limo? But he don't give a damn She don't give a damn Just buy their product 'Cause they a buy product of a marketing plan Can I just get an autograph? I'm fanatic number 2 million Sign it to my mama So she can cut the drama Bought in a store in Nicaragua But you ignore the poor Can't even get to your door Frankenstar You don't even know who the hell you are I don't give a damn about your car Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar You don't even know who the hell you are We don't give a damn about your crib Only give a damn about what you did Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar Can I get a ride on that music Can I get a look on that movie All you gotta do is groove me Security ain't got to shoot me How a fan get get close to you What do you think I'm supposed to do? sh** by the way I bought a poster too I didn't take it back Cause the show was whack Bought a hundred dollar ticket Told us where we could stick it Frankenstar Let us fans know That you gonna do a 10 minute show Hooooooo Hoooooooo Frankenstar You don't even know who the hell you are I don't give a damn about your car Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar You don't even know who the hell you are We don't give a damn about your crib Only give a damn about what you did Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar Now you say you from the hood Paid and laid And now you think you gonna get sprayed I see you grinnin at them humble beginnings Fame just is like water to a gremlin Fame is fake and it fades Millinnum stars can be like grenades Blowin up thinking we all got it made In a MTV cribs To fool them kids The new monster mash See 'em all dance for cash Saw ya wit a new lawyer So you Better stash But the VIP section got your attention And you cannot see that far past Wrong inspiration For a young nation When you dismiss education And your living room's a Playstation Do your thing, not the thing do you Don't fame gotta hold on you