Из альбома: Surefire
Verse I:
It aint how good the style
It aint how good the skill
It's pretty much just how good you look
So Can you just please give me some space to breath
Somebody let me out of here
You say you're gonna do your best
But deep inside we know you wont even try
I just really think to deserve that fame you gotta be willing to die
Chorus:
Blast off on a rocket ship and sail away
You'll do anything to become a hero these days
Say you've had enough of it
You want out of the game
But once you've let yourself in things are just never the same
Verse II:
Where's all, all of your friends
The ones you've had since the begining
I guess they weren't just gonna hang around
For all the thing
You're going to have to learn some steps
You can't write before you learn to read
First step, last step, fame is something
Fame is something like a nosebleed
Chorus x 2