Lyrics for any underground/undiscovered producer. Need some lyrics for that hot hip-hop beat? Want to fight the mainstream’s excuse for music? The Fame’s got what you need.
Kiss the mirror as your name
Is called for you to cross the stage.
Accept the prize that awaits.
Superstar,
You’ve reached the fame.
You’ve reached the fame.
The ice is freezing.
But the models on your arms though keep on steaming.
You’re talking to flashing lights the words I’m thinking.
You’re walking on the red carpet where my dreams is.
Why’m I stuck on this side of the velvet rope?
Why’m I not on the side I was meant for though?
Why’m I not in my ride on the way to my show?
Why’m I wanting the things I can’t have, no.
Imagined if it reversed and I’m where you are.
Would you want to take it all back Mr. Superstar?
Pretend you’re still down to earth and keep it real.
Let’s see if you still even walk down here with people.
Kiss the mirror as your name
Is called for you to cross the stage.
Accept the prize that awaits.
Superstar,
You’ve reached the fame.
You’ve reached the fame.
So leave your problems at the beep of my dial tone,
Saying why the beep is my life so torn.
You mean you’re torn between New York or Vegas.
When I’m down here torn between poverty or making it.
You say you’re sad that you’re the greatest,
But you’d steal the chance from me if you saw me taking it.
Is it you’re afraid of me hating the big time.
Or are you afraid of me making the greatest hits.
Give me a chance of being corrupted.
Give me a hall pass of being something.
Give me your cash if it don’t mean nothing.
Give me a break, you know you love it.
Kiss the mirror as your name
Is called for you to cross the stage.
Accept the prize that awaits.
Superstar,
You’ve reached the fame.
You’ve reached the fame.
Cd’s, movies, poster frames.
Commericals, clothing’s on the way.
You the one we all love to hate.
Don’t appreciate the fame.
Then let me wear the custom suit,
I’ll walk a mile in your perfect shoes.
I’ll play the part better than you.
I’ll be the superstar.
From some high grace you’ll fall.
We’ll be miles apart.
But the world will call out my name,
‘Cause I’ll reach the fame.
Kiss the mirror as my name
Is called for me to cross the stage.
Accept the prize that awaits.
Superstar,
I’ve reached the fame.
I’ve reached the fame.
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