Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man, so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heart
Sooner or later, it's just gonna fall apart
'Cause his fans can't relate to his newfound art
He ain't doin' 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 it's gone
Gone going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people
Aw-awkward with their things, gone
You see yourself in the mirror, and ya
Feel safe 'cause it's looks familiar, but 'cha
Afraid to open up your soul, ‘cause ya
Don't really know, don't really know who is (who is)
The person that's deep within
'Cause you content with just being the name-brand man
And you fail to see that it's trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material
I seen your kind before
You the type that think souls is sold in the store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With the vegetarian meals, to you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
Need to go out to life and look
'Cause, uh, what happens when they take your material
And you already sold your soul
And it's
Gone going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people
Aw-awkward with their things, gone
They say that, "time is money, and money is time"
So you gotcha mind in your money and your money on your mind
But what about
That crime you did to get paid?
And what about
That bid you can't take it to your grave?
Tell me about it
What about those shoes you’re in today?
They'll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
All that money that chu got
Gon' be gone
Yeah, that ear that chu rock
Gon' be gone
That house up on the hill
Gon' be gone
The gold bursts on your grill
Gon' be gone
The ice on your wrist
Gon' be gone
That nice little miss
Gon' be gone
That whip that chu roll
Gon' be gone
What's worse is your soul already gone
Yeah, it's gone
Gone going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing
Gone people
Aw-awkward with their things, gone
Gone
Gone
