Chorus: I don't wanna say my goodbyes, 'cause damn it, I ain't even famous yet. But I guess it's time that I say my goodbye's, damn it, I'm tired of waiting in this line. Just leave me alone. Will you please? Just leave me alone. Will you please? Just leave me alone. Will you please? Just leave me alone. Will you please?

Verse 1: I've been at this, r-r-rap %#@!, around 14 years, it took practice. (Whups) Practice makes perfect they all told me, but they never told me there's a chance I'll never make it. They never told me life would be this $#&@in' difficult, they forgot to mention all the stress and ridicule! You can be what you wanna be, little Denace, but little Denace is big now and sees the message. And the message seems clear now, doesn't it? This whole time I was lied to, you were bluffin' it! And everything doesn't seem like what they painted, no 'cause nothing's colorful here, my life is tainted! I'm so sick of this hatred, I can't take it! Hah, that's what you wanna hear, huh, ain't it? You wanna hear me all depressed about your opinion's, when I can give a $#&@ less about your feelin's!


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Verse 2: This rap thing, it's makin' me a little anxious, why? 'Cause Gucci Maine and Soulja Boy are famous, (Hammer, hammer) I got a name too, but to the world, I'm nameless. Maybe I should rhyme a little more in laymen's, (You, who) or maybe I should have my little cousin, (C'mere) write me a song and maybe then I'll get a buzz goin'! (Yeah) So I think I'm callin' it quits, (Yep) either I'm too far behind or ahead of these pricks! ((*##$) I feel like I just threw half my life away. (Bye-bye) I get compared like I just killed my wife today. (Hah) What do I need to do to gain some respect? (What) Some recognition that I'm actually great at rap! (I am) Do I gotta wear chains and dance like I'm stupid? (Let's do it) Teach people how to dougie and just say $#&@ music? Write my rhymes with crayons in a colorin' booklet? Or should I just do the stanky leg and limp away from this new %#@!?

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Verse 3: Wow, I'm the hottest thing out since Twilight, but they don't know me yet, I don't even have a spot light! I'm in the back, wavin' my hands, but no one sees me! And when I say I'm one of the best, no one believes me! Maybe my ego got the best of me, maybe, but if you listen to the radio, you'll know I'm not crazy! And everything I say makes since, doesn't it? I love hip-hop when these outsiders are just lustin' it. Wacka Flocka Lame, that's his new name. If you don't like that, then you need a new brain! Don't speak to me, you're talkin' that gibberish, and plus you're white with a grill, that's just ridiculous! And you're the lonely nerd behind the PC, about to post some bad comments about my CD. Lick my $$#, after I'm done takin' a %#@!, and let's see you dance for me, without breakin' a hip.


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