Yeah, early 2014 I was on the knock madness tour I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for I was going through a break up and that was hard I wasn't in my right mind, nigga that's for sure Every night I was praying and I would ask the lord To please give me strength so I don't slam the door on my fans But no luck I was stuck Even though a nigga had a plus size buzz I didn't even know who the fuck I was I tried so hard to see a plus side, but I couldn't find the spark inside the dark Even with my crew saying nice remarks It felt like some darts were stuck inside my heart I was thinking that a brand new life's the start But I couldn't leave, I made a commitment On my off time the fans invaded my business So I started feeling a gang of resentment Flipping on everybody when they ain't even did shit I needed to go home and gather my thoughts I didn't wanna suicide as the result So the night at my fort collins show before I hit the stage I left through the back for a walk and no one saw I thought I was going up to the store to get a drink or somethin' And a voice had told me to keep walking And do not step foot on that stage for nothing So I kept on walking Then I camped out up in an abandoned house I hated this rap shit and I hated my life The spotlight does that when you can't get out
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me, fort collins I'm sorry Fort collins, I'm sorry, fort collins, I'm sorry Fort collins, I'm sorry, fort collins, I'm sorry (Money and the fame) (Money and the fame) It just doesn't feel so right lately (Money and the fame) Don't know where I'm going tonight baby (Money and the fame) It just doesn't feel so right Don't know where I'm going tonight Someone guide me to the light, please
I got a girl back home, yeah God know she the sweetest thing on earth I can't sleep on her But there's too many women on tour and I try not to cheat on her Man, my options for pussy are unrealistic There's bitches who'd give up a lung for this dick My music be leaving 'em sprung and twisted The average nigga would have fun with this shit that's real Here is a secret, you don't have to keep it between you and I Upcoming rappers who 'bout to be touring I promise the road will eat you alive
But you know that shit when you rise And by no surprise, I'm not gon' feed into the lies No, I'm not gon' say that you wrong But I'm not gon' say that you right, it's hard to keep quiet When all I do is hold you down If I ain't know you then, well I feel like I know you now I know you had a little doubt, but to hop off stage and find out You done walked out, and you not taking nobody calls You don't wanna deal with it But I'm looking at these fans like damn there's a lot of y'all You got me tripping with the bodyguard Like "nigga, how the fuck you lose the headliner? " Now I don't care that you left the show I just wish you woulda let me know Cause I don't know if you've been kidnapped Or know somebody from the city where they live at But, the way you went about it make it hard for me to feel bad Honestly it made a nigga real mad Cause I'm texting you like hop the devil just testing you When fort collins got respect for you And that's why the next day, you was like
Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into a car seat And I'm hoping that y'all can forgive me fort collins, I'm sorry Fort collins, I'm sorry, fort collins, I'm sorry Fort collins, I'm sorry, fort collins, I'm sorry (Money and the fame) (Money and the fame) It just doesn't feel so right lately (Money and the fame) Don't know where I'm going tonight baby (Money and the fame) It just doesn't feel so right Don't know where I'm going tonight Someone guide me to the light, please
Compositores: La'reonte Wright (Dizzy Wright), Marcus Jamal Hopson ECAD: Obra #17355434