Gone Going Lyrics

Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car A big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man, so he's no longer singin' the blues He's singin' songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But diamonds don't blink in the dark He's a star now but he ain't singin' it from the heart Sooner or later, he's just gonna fall apart 'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art He ain't doin' what he did from the start And that's puttin' in some feelin' and thought He decided to live his life shallow Passion is 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, all awkward with their things Gone
You see yourself in the mirror and ya Feel safe 'cause it looks familiar but ya Afraid to open up your soul 'cause ya Don't really know, don't really know, who is The person that's deep within 'cause you're content With just being the name brand man And ya fail to see that it's trivial Insignificant, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store Packaged up with incense sticks with a vegetarian meals [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/gone-going-lyrics-black-eyed-peas.html ] To you, that's righteous You're fiction like books You need to go out to life and look 'Cause, what happens when they take your material And you already sold ya soul? And it's
Gone going gone Everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people, all awkward with their things Gone
You say that time is money and money is time So you got ya mind on ya money and ya money on ya mind But what about that crime thatcha did to get paid? And what about that bid you can't take it to your grave?
What about those shoes you're in today? They'll be no good On the bridges you've walked along the way
All that money that you got gon' be gone That gear that you rock gon' be gone The house up on the hill gon' be gone The gold fronts on your grill gon' be gone The ice on your wrist gon' be gone That nice little miss gon' be gone That whip that you roll gon' be gone And what's worse is ya soul already gone, and it's
Gone going gone Everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing Gone people, all awkward with their things Gone