歌：THE BLACK EYED PEAS
作詞：William Adams, Jack Hody Johnson
作曲：William Adams, Jack Hody Johnson
発売：2009-10-04 22:05:19
Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money buy a fancy car
A big ole house and alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so hes no longer singing the blues
He singing songs about material things
And platinum rings, ＆ watches and gold rings
Diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now but he aint singing it from the heart
Sooner or later its just gonna fall apart
Cuz his fans cant relate to his new found art
He aint doing what he did from the start
And that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Cash in his love for material
And its gone.
Gone going, gone
Everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people who are awkward w/their things
Gone
Ya see yourself in the mirror
And ya feel safe cause it looks familiar
But your afraid to open up your soul
Cause you don't really know, don't really know who is
The person that's deep within
Cause youre content with just being the name brand man
Don't u see its trivial
Its significant u addicted to material
I seen your kind before
U the type that thinks souls is sold in the store
Packaged up with incense sticks with a vegetarian meal
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life ＆ look
Cause a what happens when they take your material
And you already sold your soul
And its..
Gone going, gone
Everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people who are awkward w/ their things
Gone
You say that time is money ＆ money is time
So you got your mind on your money ＆ money on your mind
But what about that crime you did to get paid
And what about that thing you cant take to your grave
Tell me about it
Tell me all about your shoes you are in today
They'll be no good on the bridges you burned along the way
All that money that you got gone be gone
That gear that you rock, gone be gone
That house up on the hill, gone be gone
The golden fronts on your grill, gone be gone
The ice on your wrists, gone be gone
That nice little miss, gone be gone
That whip that you drove, gone be gone
And whats worst is your soul already gone
Yea it's gone
Gone going, gone
Everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people who are awkward w/ their things
Gone