Luyện nghe bài hát Price of Fame

Paparazzi after my shows asking me
God fed up with my so ain't no blessing
Happiness can't be or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see what fame will get you
Bottle by the night stand, that ease the
with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the
Now I see what really gets you

Now I see what fame get you
of the rich and famous
That lifestyle a lot of rich fold brainless
To the
Yeah, we broke, but that life was simple
Besides, food is food, water is water, air is air, the rest is
I did without until I did
I on beat what I wrote in pen
I gave my all giving in
But it's a thin line heavenly divine and a living a life of sin
in codes to my worthy friends
Greenroom full, I we ain't let the devil in
A lot of faces I know
A lot of "where you been"'s, like you was really for me
When I was in the wind, life is just a now
Really got my aim down to for stars
I been to church in years and it ain't even far
This ain't even half of the battle, I ain't start
All I do is
I see what fame get's you

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah yeah (This even half of the battle, I ain't even start
All I do is
I see what fame really you)
Now I see what fame get's you
Yeah,

Paparazzi my shows asking me questions
God fed up with my so ain't no blessing
Happiness can't be or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see fame will really get you
by the night stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, pills on the
for affection so I'm buying out the section
Now I see what really gets you

I bought a just to sew my soul
Still crying over
was some years ago, I'm a man now
I up to hold my fam down
Can't tell them about my depression cause them fans now
Got to protect myself at all
I know some partners that got by their bloodline
Lord forbid I let my blood down, the time I say no, guess we ain't blood now
Scared, me as a business man is all they see
Justin Scott, trapped as Big K.R.I.T. screaming really me
When it was only us it was only love, how this be?
When falling out for is not getting the V.I.P
And a simple conversation we talking work
To a song that's almost perfect but it need my verse
You got an artist, but I'm family, but you a purse
You hit the city but don't me first
That's what gets you

Paparazzi my shows asking me questions
God fed up with my soul so no blessing
Happiness be bought or sold, I learned my lesson
Now I see what fame really get you
Bottle by the night stand, ease the stress
Dealing with depression, pills on the
Fiending for so I'm buying out the section
Now I see fame will really get you