Fame Lyrics
Guess I got a real bad habit
Of killing ’em all for the taste
It’s a love so savage
Where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand
Let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Montana
Life turn to flashes, feel like you on acid
Dust turn the caskets right back to them ashes
Working to be masters, working for the masses
I see you clear like Malcolm with them glasses
Had me in ICU laughing
They ain’t come see me but they was sharp with the captions
Everybody wanna be captains
It’s how you bump heads in the huddle, that’s a Ocho Cinco habit
I’m not your average like the matches
But the Catholics and Christians choose acting in interludes
The young pioneers
Paint crusted, seven layers
From the buses to them flying lairs
Montana
Guess I got a real bad habit
Of killing ’em all for the taste
It’s a love so savage
Where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand
Let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
It’s a real bad habit
Killing ’em all for the taste
Death is a real savage
When all your grind go to waste
Momma need a mansion, questions need answers
Broke, he was ugly till the money made him handsome
Years I was missing till that lease for extension
Working for the devil, on that road to redemption
Got it or you had it, climbing up the ladder
Tsunami wave if I get them tears tatted
He caught a RICO then he turned to pastor
He ran to God with a passion
On God, fear tragic
One time, no takes
On God, we greats
Fast car, no brakes
Deck of cards, no ace
No bars, no race
Mask on, no face
Raise the bar on estates
Sample on, no bass
Montana
Guess I got a real bad habit
Of killing ’em all for the taste
It’s a love so savage
Where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand
Let me lead you, honey
To the pearly gates, oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh