Yelawolf - Fame lyrics

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Yeah Just bought a black Bentley truck But I got no black tuxedo Ain't even put a post up Given no fu*ks no ego Huh, Know that's lie homie We all gotta little bit of high rise homie A PBR yeah but I got bub on shelf I'm in love with myself Won't die lonely You asking why not me why homie Get tough don't cry on me b*tch I suffered to get rich I became a president But they can't put a tie on me Gave my mamma new whip A CVO clean as a new Q tip A Harley Davidson trike the hard way to spend right I gave part of life just to do this And gave part of my heart when Shawty Fatt died Know my brother was an on the block crack guy Blood on my face from the shot trap side I didn't realize I was baptized At the time But the time was a rhyme I confined and compartmentalized I built like a builder milled and I drilled up Dirt to a tiller marginalized And part of it's pride The other part of it is my eyes What I've seen what I've done what I've lost what I've won I was made to become that guy So when the stage lights hit boy in the leather jacket that's me at the steeple Rock and roll Here is the church Rock and roll Here's is the people [Chorus: Yelawolf] And we are, Evil Always wantin' something new To be famous, [?] [?] We are (We are), Evil (Evil) Always wantin' something new (Always wanting something) To be famous (Famous), [?] [?] [Verse 2: Dax] They been watching and looking right through a peephole Claim fame is nice so ima need some insurance on it so you can get half of what it equals The other half in case I turn evil is reparations For the mislead people I never meant to do that but in between the alcohol and shows and couple of bad hoes I may of feel a bit off track See I was never meant fall in line Every track was a stand I don't walk left right less we talking bout a marching band The head space that I'm in got these people looking at me like a Martian man they bu*ter me up, margarine they said my soul was the cost to trend and my consciousness, and result I ain't neva fu*king picking up the call again I don't give a fu*k what say I ain't neva gon change I came and I did it my way I got crowd packed screaming words back saying Dax every time I hit the ghat damn stage Pussy you ain't gonna touch what I made Don't you ever try to say that you know or you feel my pain We are not the same I'm off the chain I'm in the storm But meant to reign And I ain't fu*king wit bad vibez Dax is an American past time Blowing up at defeat like a landmine So don't ever ask why how I'm the bad guy that's what they make you when you're something they can't find As I look into my eyes and pass by the mirror lies I see someone broken inside that hides as the fame deprives but helps build the life that they all define as one of a kind [Chorus: Yelawolf] We are, Evil Always wantin' something new To be famous, [?] [?] We are (We are), Evil (Evil) Always wantin' something new (Always wanting something) To be famous (Famous), [?] [?] [Outro: Yelawolf] (We are), (Evil) (Always wanting something) (We are), (Evil) (Always wanting something)